Evening Summer Rain

It's 7 in the evening,

and a strange light is 

filtering through

the windows 

glittering with 

streaks of rain; 

it is lulling me 

to sleep in the sound 

of murmuring drops 

in the eerie yellow-purple-grey glow 

and the 

sadness of 

a summer evening alone

gazing outside

thinking 

about you.

Many Hats

Love is a man with many hats, 

a different form for everyone, 

even with the same person 

he may transform his guise. 

He is the torrid whirlwind of an affair 

and the steady rock of a partnership, 

the soft sweetness of warmth 

and the hard bitterness of cold, 

the truth in the lie 

and the lie in the truth.

And although he may 

look different for us, 

he is authentic to all; 

a man with many hats 

is still the same one 

inside.

A Confession

I had told you 

that I had merely 

forgotten what it was like 

to not be the listener, 

but that's not 

the full truth:

Pieces

I have become 

disjointed;

pieces of me 

feel ill-fitting, 

loose where

cracks are forming 

over my very 

being.

The pieces still 

precariously cling on but 

I can still feel the edge 

of everything falling 

silently and slowly 

apart.

Eventually, I'll have the 

strength to pull myself back 

into one but 

right here, right now,

all I need 

all I want 

is someone's arms 

around me keeping me 

together, 

even if only 

for a moment.