"Throughout life you will meet one person who is unlike any other. You can talk to this person for hours and never get bored. You can tell this person things and they will never judge you. This person is your soul mate...your best friend, never let them go..."

You said, "Don't forget,"
So I put you in my pocket.
Then I sat on you.

The air's heavier.
I feel drowsy-slow-sleepy.
Time to get away.

Possibility.
An impossibility.
Yet unforgotten.

Time to be thankful.
Of what are you thankful for?
Give thanks. Well...or not.

Bear crossing the street
Bear crossing, bearing crosses.
They bear crosses too.

How I feel with you.
How I don't feel about you.
How I don't feel you.
-RF

I placed your secret in my pocket, where you won’t see it anymore.
-RF

Dramatic goodbyes are easier to remember. Undramatic goodbyes are easier to regret.
-RF

If I hold my breath
Until this makes complete sense
I will suffocate.
-RF

Knock, knock, who’s there? No
One. No one who? There was no
Knock. There is no door.
-RF

In the dream I saw you: You had weights attached to ropes, tied to your body. You were dragging them. I couldn’t count how many, 5, 6, 7, more. The sound of their dragging was unnatural in the quiet night. People walked up to you with more weights and said, “Can you hold this?” “Can you carry this?” You said yes. They handed their weights to you and moved on. You carried, you held, you dragged.
-RF

Often it's best to simply not ask questions

It's only natural that we destroy what we've made...

This is how we treat each other
That is all that remains
Those are the thoughts left behind
These are not our proudest moments
There's nothing left to say

We like to talk about tomorrow, next time, but there are only so many of those, sooner or later you are going to run out and realize you should have made it count when you had the chance.

Echoing through my head I moved out into the street with nothing but the lamp poles to keep me company. What if you knew I made the wrong choice all along?

That's how it started, just a glance, side by side, or was it across the room? You caught me staring, and I looked away.
Looking back at time things have changed and I wonder how you are. It's painful thinking of how things might have been if only tomorrow, next time, were not the answers given.

Was it the laundromat or the library? one of the two, i'm sure. I laughed at your shoes and then we left together, wandering, no destination in mind. Your mom bought you a star when you were a kid and you began counting, only getting to thirty-seven. A little persistence, I suggested, so you counted the illuminated windows instead. We dropped into a little place to get a bite. Toast and tea. Fries and coke. We split the check evenly. 70-30, that is, and left. waking to the front door, I messed up your hair. It's better that way. We talked about nothing in the darkness and I slipped off my shoes. We slept all morning long and stayed in bed all afternoon. I told you not to shave and you laughed. Beards are better. You found a box of cereal and we ate the last of it, tv on in the background as we canceled our old plans for the day and made new ones.

There's paying what you think it costs, and then there is what it really costs - most of us are afraid to find out what it really costs.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. -Mark Twain