I wonder why he's here

Poem Written in August - Edited 3/21/09
NOTE TO SELF - EDIT MORE.

He smiles from the bottom of his heart
he gives me the dregs of the day
as we drive home in silence
his thoughts aren't near his eyes
and I space words between yawns in the dark.

What I say is simple, what I say is bland
what truth I say is whispers
though now I'm thinking rather loud
I feel him out like parting smoke
but only get a hand

his replies are clear and simple
just sweet flickers of affection
or perhaps reflections
too thin to be dangerous
or catch me in his hold
But all good things grow tiresome
as anything gets old

It might takes years to know him
or years to know I did
yet he loves me to the civil letter
but I wonder why he's here.
I wonder why he's here...

May I Never Reach Home.

An old poem with a few tweaks. I haven't written in about a month now, and I need to get back on the horse somewhere. In any case, this is where my last burst of true inspiration left off.

May I Never Reach Home

I don't know where we're going
but you're driving me home
I know all these roads
all too many
and you're taking too long
for I feel the ending
and I missed the start
but you take the long way
and I know it by heart

I've known you so little
if I count the time
But I know that movement
and some of these words
And I was lost in that mystery
Whatever that mystery,
we're no longer alone.

I dreamed you dug shallow
where bodies should be
And you dug with the faithful
but the hole was empty
I don't know the meaning
But only the theme...
you're loosing your mystery
but you're where you should be.

It's so rare in waking
that you're at the wheel
we smile and talk simple
and it's as it should be
How little I know you
How much I feel different
I dream from the backseat
yet the passengers gone..

I dream from the backseat
May I never reach home.