The Christmas Atom

You are goofy and weird, and I get so many comments on how much you don't fit in, but that's exactly why you are so perfect. Here.


P.S. Happy birthday 

The Last Bottle on the Shelf

I'm all out of tears spilt from missing you. I'm all out of broken hearted lyrics to sing outside of your window. I'm all out of meaninglessly meaningful and pathetic excuses. I am so sorry, but I am done having nothing left to hold on to but the memory of the day I watched you walk away. Never to return. 

Little Talks with Angels

I don't blame you for choosing adventure over routine. But I will not be responsible for your final destination.

I can guide you towards hope, but I don't have the power to choose for you - nor can I give you the secrets you need to unlock the Pearly Gates.

I respect you for letting your heart wander as it desires and I love the bravery you have in giving up regret for lent.

I will support you even after your final lifetime, but where you end up and whoever you become is entirely up to you, Babe.

Happy Birthday Darling. 

Math King of Third Grade

We always knew that you would go on to do wonderful things. I only wish you were still here to see just how deeply you've captured us all. 

Visiting 143 Birthday Way

I'd draw for you
again
or take you to the
opera
like when we were
young.

But none of it would
be the same
because we've grown up
and love changed.

So I'll just write out
another poem
to title with

143 Birthday Way -

just for you.

Tumbling Down with the Leaves

There is more to falling than gravity or love and that's what fall is all about: finding beauty in change and growth while remembering where it is you're heading anyway. 

This I Promise

I'm not expecting time travel to ever actually become possible, but if it does, I'll go back to a time when I'd have been able to spend the day with you. There's nothing gone unsaid, I just didn't have enough time. 

Collecting Dust and Silence

Listen, today I played the CDs you left behind and I understand why you like them so much. It's not that you just wanted to be different (even though that's at the top of the mile long list of things you excelled at.) It's not even that you wanted to scare people away with the countless things that genre implies to the outside world. But really it's something much more than that because it's the first group that really seems to get you. They know your mistakes and the beautifully dangerous habits you formed when you were "young". They knew who you were before you knew the truth and they remind you that there is still hope - even in the darkest of their melodies. Today I played the CDs you left behind, I hope that you don't mind. And today it finally made sense why you and the pen got along so well. and why you only showed me one of their songs while you were here. If you ever come back, can we talk before you leave again?

I have a song I'd like you to listen to with me. 

The Wind in Our Hair

Believe me Darling, it's better to tell the story than it is to be rolling down stone cold faces when the story ends;

Slipknots and Twist Ties

She said something beautiful today, words flowing all waterfall-like, sparkling with radiance in the glow of her brilliance. And all that came to mind was you.