Beautiful Stranger.

I dream of a man who can make me feel alive. So alive that I feel like I'm dead. Dead in the sense that nothing can go wrong. Nothing else is feared. Nothing else can be broken. I would swear I've met him before, but I've only seen of him, today. He knows I miss my past, but he will miss my present too.

Beautiful Strangers

1-15-09

I saw a face in the crowd today,

could have sworn it was you.

He looked so deeply at me,

I felt the ocean churn blue.

He shined a bright yellow,

I still think it was gold.

I wanted him to stop,

and let us grow old.

He had a look in his eye,

as if we had met before.

But yet he did not stop,

he headed straight for a door.

There stood an old coffee shop,

I'd gone to for years.

The rusted old tables,

brought back all those tears.

I watched from a distance,

as he sat down so very still.

The steam from his coffee,

gave me a chill.

Then passed me, a girl, selling balloons,

I stopped her and bought the most colorful one.

It was a symbol of you espically of him,

nothing more than the bright golden sun.

I walked over to his table,

and waited for that smile.

Then gave him the balloon,

and said "I won't see you in a while."

He looked up at me gently,

and spoke only of truth.

"I know that you miss him,

but I will miss you too."