Crimson Jade

Flew too close to the sun,
Played too much in the puddles of rain.
This is my place
   Now.
The fog and darkness that creeps in
   After.

Dense nothingness passing through me.

The things that really matter
   I cannot have--
It only takes two
   To start a family--
Things I threw away.

They never said
   I'd end up like this
Broken, alone, all so cold.

+/- ?

It is here...
...somewhere...
I know it is...
...it has to be.

Two lone and dark decades
   Searching
Twenty years...
Nothing...not so much a clue.

Kristen Rietdorf

From the slight, unique slope of your ears,

Across the pale flowing curves of your cheekbones,

Down around your cute little chin,

To the tiny tip of your subtle flaring nose.

I have stared at you since day one,

Slowly, methodically mapping your face,

   Etching it in my mind.

If only it wasn't the matters

   Of age and time.

Encumbering baggage,
   And being broken beyond repair.

To have your touch,

Know your taste,

Hold you in my arms throughout the nights,

And know your every inch

   Like I know your face.

Everyday I come to this wretched place,
And hope, dare say pray,
That you will be there too
So a little brighter my day.