day ninety-seven: things that are, things that do.

a writer

writes

a poet

rhymes

a dreamer

turns nightmares

into pretty things

a singer

sings

a lover

loves

an artist

thinks more

than most dare to ponder

a life

is lived

a day

is done

a race

isn't over

until someone has won

a test

is taken

a fire

burns

a "someday"

hopes to be loved

with real love in return

day fifty: just because?

there's a muscle

in my middle

it's called a heart

it's beating

right this second

thump

thump

thump

for you?

no.

for me?

not really.

you want it?

okay.

you want to keep it?

just be careful.

just because it's a muscle

doesn't mean its unbreakable.

just because it seems strong

doesn't mean it is.

just because:

doesn't mean anything.

day forty-seven: us.

what are you two?

people ask

but there are no words

none at all

to describe this.

we are simply two people,

friends,

but sometimes much more,

sometimes much less,

it changes with the days

and there is simply not a name

for this blessed relationship

and who needs a name?

especially when you're as happy

as two pods in a pea.

day nineteen: healing.

time

to tell

just how

much

the truth

will

set you

free.

time

to see

just how

long

it will

take me

to

see.

time to

hear me

when

i tell

you

how i

feel.

please

don't just

listen

to me,

help me

heal.