THE WRITE PILL TO LOVE

WILL THY PALMS PLEASE DRY THESE TEARS

Now that you're gone,
Every morning I wake,
Your death still feels like
Something untrue,
Now hard to break
Barren to an empty space,
Where your smile
Used to ache,

Not once did I ever hear you
Spew a word of
Hate,
We used to talk all night,
Sharing our deepest fears,
Your picture on the wall
Hangs like a bitter
Sweet refrain,

Recalling the endless
Conversations we had over
The phone,while
Encouraging me to write more
Poems about you,
Cause one day you'd be gone
You ain't gonna be,
Around all the time so
Whom shall I ask
"DUDE WHY IS MY POEMS SO
LONG"

We laughed at that hour,
Now these tears make
It feel like a whole joke said
Wrong.
Damn,I never thought
Forever meant being alone,

I couldn't tell if it
Was love or just a moment
Of being at home,
Reminding me of joy,now lost
In vain,
Wish you cried ,just to show me
How much you were in pain,

It's too late now
To regret or relate,

Until then,
Imma creep down to
That dusty ol' tunnel
That we used to
Hide in,
Smoking on air in the rain,

I remember you
Calling us the ORACLES
OF PAIN.

At night imma get down
On my knees and
Pray,
Asking God to grant me
One sweet sunny
Morning,
Just for me to see your
Beautiful face.