When will I see you again?

When will I see you again?
How long does it take a broken heart to mend?
When can we be in the same room,
Now that we are no longer in bloom?

How long will it take for the feelings to fade?
That over two years, you and I made?
Will it take too long, or slip by too soon
How fast will a heart heal, broken in June?

How will we act when we next meet,
If you look in my eyes, will you my defeat?
When the time comes to see you again
Could we evolve to just being friends?

I can't act like I really don't care
Or have no interest in who's with you there.
There are no answers for what the future holds
Nor can i guess how my life will unfold

I just wonder, like I began, simply curious
when will I see you again?

I've Got to Go

I faced the challenge I had most dread
Coming not from the heart,
But speaking from the head.
Saying the words I hoped not to speak,
But for too long I was too meek.

My heart had tied my tongue tight
Holding back my moving ahead
By following it instead of my head.
I stayed too long- wishing for the best
Willing to keep hope alive in my chest.

"I've got to go now" was all I could get out-
Besides the tears which tumbled about.
I hesitated at the elevator, hoping you'd come-
But fear of me still waiting helped me get on.
I know there was love, don't get me wrong
But the "being in love" had long since gone.

Peace and sadness are an unlikely pair;
Yet both reside in my emotional state.
I finally have the answer for so long I sought
Unfortunately the response was simply, "I do not".
Peace now comes in the form of knowing,
Sadness abounds for my love is now going...

I held it together until I got home,
Then let it out, all on my own.
All on my own, once again
I did not wish for this love to end.

Fly

If you must Fly,
Fly my friend, fly.
Set your sights,
aim for the sky.

If you feel restrained,
Question what causes you to be contained.

Feeling the need to get out and fly?
Can you answer the simple question-
Why?

The Weight of the Word

Words gain weight the longer you take to speak them.
Over time, I find, they accumulate at such a rate that I can no longer lift them.
It's the words you don't say that push me away.
If you can't say it- I won't play it.
I've been defeated by dead air,
No words left dangling there.

How much would you say is the weight of a word that's never heard?
How long did you think we'd last when the word never comes to pass?
Unspoken; we are broken,
Beaten by the silence.

How much, again, would you say was the weight of a word?
Heavy enough to break a heart
Strong enough to rip emotions apart
A word, a simple word, wherefore art?