Memorabilia

Signs across the street from my house,
Bright yellow, lines and word, yield.
Who are these signs for?
They are, after all, outside of MY home.

I fall into a cup full of memories,
The scent of lavender tugs me back,
To a single mother, and three young boys,
And how she would lull them to sleep.

Lullabies are my favorite byes.
Sang as you fall into slumber, not waking.
In sleep dreams chase me.
They are more pleasant than reality.

A sunny warm world where you hold me,
And you and I are meant to be together.
No sex is needed, just warm intimate company.
Why do I wake to find only empty walls?

Sitting by my window I ponder these things.
Rain falls upon a carpet of fiery leaves.
The slick black pavement glistens like my eyes.
I cry like the clouds, and I empty my pain.

Don’t smile at me anymore.
It hurts to know I cannot touch you.
I ache for arms to hold me, but all I have are my own.
I wish I could learn from the trees; they are content in solitude.

Thinkers are the saddest people alive.
How could this not be so?
Only ignorance is bliss for me.
If I didn’t know you, I couldn’t love you.

Eventually this too shall pass.
The feelings will be buried deep inside of my heart.
Until, somewhere I see you in a reflection.
Then I will turn back, and remember how I miss you.

We are nothing more than a myth.
We are nothing more than a dream.
There will never be a “we”.
There will always be an “I”.

How lonely the “I” must feel.
One line and no shape.
Cursed is the “I”.
To look and never find.