my silent friend

your pages are all full,
and yet pictures still fill my head
pictures that you would enjoy
and protect.

i've never bonded to an object
quite like this before.

this is my story.
and my story goes on,
our story goes on.

it will take many more pages
in many more books
before my story is ended.

my story
is a poem
about the stars falling
as i hold your hand
in the cool grass
the place i go back to
the place where
my life changed

without me even realizing it.

my story
is staying up
long after everyone is sleeping
battling myself
over too many thoughts in my head.

my story
is chaos
and simplicity.

and scary decisions
and childish goals

it is short-term sights
on long-term goals

it is you and me
and feeling time rush past us
as the world stands still.
caught in a place of our own.


all these words i would write... and now it is time for something i have never done before, now you stand open beside me.  i'm scared, but confident.
so tonight, i will spend one more night with all your secrets to myself.

and tomorrow is a new day,
but thank you for all the nights.
my leatherbound.