A Note For Lucy.

Love. I searched the unburned archives.
I scoured the text. I adorned the pages with hopeful query.
Yet.
Nothing could find you.
I only wanted a poem.
Worthy
of you
I skimmed, scanned, delved, and parsed the greatest minds of time.
They seemed to know nothing of you.
They hadn't heard, seen, imagined, lamented, or had once partaken in
such
beauty
As your like
unprecedented
I like you.
If only I could say so as much and eloquently as the poetic greats
could express pain, loss, and death.
Let's live forever.
We'll call it a draw.

A Beacon

A beacon.
Did someone say Bacon?
I could go for something salty.
A reminder over the lips and across the tongue
taking back all the words that travelled the other way
that's why it's salty you know
a tear in the fabric of tears and what shines through?
Taste
Light
A beacon

Yeah, I could go for some bacon.