In the little

In the little you I see
the young man to be.
A boy I wish would stay so young,
but the man I can’t wait to meet.

In the little you I hear
a laughter so sincere
it spreads to all around you,
a smile that must be seen to be believed.

In the little you I wonder
about all your hopes and dreams.
Your limitless desire to be whatever you want to be.

In the little you I hope
I’m giving you the most
love and joy a father can bring.

In the little you
I cherish a boy whose mere existence
has fulfilled my entire being.

Time

Time.
It's losing its luster
it's gone.

I can't believe
how quick
sand falls.
It's done.

They had so long to go,
those hands up on the wall.
Fast, they spin around,
faster than

I'd like to know
if we can ever get it back.
Travel through the very thing
we now lack.

I wonder where they go,
the seconds of the day.
Memories may fade,
may they never fade away.

Right Here, Right There

As the roar of the dishwasher fills the background,
I lie surrounded by boxes, playthings, clutter.
And for the first time all day,
I don’t let it get to me.
I am about to lay next to you, my love,
with a couple little loves in between.

How lucky are we?

Tied together by our flower-like connection.
The seed was our creation, one we water everyday.

Every day, I miss you.
The late nights.
A floor to move our feet.
A drink to share too fast.
The dreams we’d share in the past.

Now we struggle to last.
To lay still is to steal a moment,
knowing it may not come again soon enough.
And too often we don’t steal enough for us.

But I love you.

And as I peek at a clock that is not my friend,
I write to you, for you
to know that I’m always right here.
Heart full in knowing you’re always right there.

Safe

I lie awake in bed too late
amazed by all that love creates.
A peaceful sleep that feels so safe.
Oh son, I wish you could stay this way.

It never ends

There are places where the bus stops are used only by those who don't live there.
By those who are invited in but not to stay.
And those lucky enough to stay are as lucky to live nameless among the known.
But they're even more foreign than when they arrived.
Full of promise and hope.
Their skin contrasts the cold concrete bench,
waiting at a stop for something that never really stops.

Anxiety

The quiet grows louder
Silence builds and builds
Chest tightens harder

The quiet grows louder
Silence builds and builds
Chest tightens harder

And the quiet grows
Chest grows tighter
Silence builds
The quiet
Builds
The silence tightens
Chest
Louder
Builds and builds
Grows louder
Tightens harder
The quiet
The silence
The chest

The mind. The mind. The mind.

All around seems normal
But all is not the same.
You look around and wonder
Why am I looking from the outside in?

There must be a reckoning
Recovery
Result
There must be a reckoning
A Recovery
A Result

A way to capture sunlight when the clouds block your view.

Running from nothing, always running from nothing,
Running for something that isn't there. 

Show me how
Slow me down
Show me how
Slow me down

Running from nothing.

Separate the senses.
Hold them and listen.
It's going to be okay.
It's going to be okay.
Hold them and listen.
Separate the senses.

It's going to be okay.
It's going to be okay.

Blind the light.
Recognize moment.
Breathe through the hysteria.
Exhale confusion.
Inhale relief.