To an epic man, with integrity mined from the deepest mountains, a heart forged in the sun, and eyes that were pulled from the starriest night sky.

wishful

You sat down across from me,
Your Oxford sweater and snow drifted head
Made me smile and cry.
You winked and laughed at me
In gentle reproach,
Amused at my moments of grief.
I wanted to hold you and touch you,
To hear the reassurance of your simple words.
Mostly I wanted to feel your hand on my shoulder
And see your eyes,
To feel your eyes cut into me,
Slice away my inconsistencies,
Carve into my heart:
"It will be better now."
"You will become what He wants you to be."
"You mean the world to me."
"I love you."
But it's just an empty chair.

And silent tears float like the leaves of fall on Salem streets.

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