Continuing on with the pre-writings I have found, I can't remember when in 2010 I wrote this or if it was in early 2011, but what I do remember is that when I wrote this particular poem, I used to have dreams about my first kiss all the time. Anyway, it's another poem that got in "The Tamarack" and it is inspired by one of those first kiss dreams I've had.
"Empty Dreams"
On the bench I sit to wait
This easy late spring brings flowers good faith
Breezes dance fluidly on my face
Draining scars of last night's wraith
Beside me my friend sits
Smilin' and greetin' on a day like this
Laughin' as we joke on a routine conversation
Waitin' for the bus to take me back to my kin
In front of us the bus arrives
I step in out of the light
Ready for the comin' night
Through the indecisive squealin' tires
In the bus you come
Next to me, close to me, longing for us to be one
Wantin' to own me, smiles sweet like a slow song
Givin' our lips to become as one
On my bed I suddenly awoke
Nobody there, leavin/ me on my own
Defeated by empty, grindin' chokes
As I continued to live alone
