A John Mayer night

I can trace your footsteps now.  I can go back to where I left in the book. I could walk the lane I once traveled.  But you are gone, and I feel it in the air. It’s that feeling of the flame extinguishing in a dark room, when the soul of a man leaves it to planes beyond our contemplation.  Yes, I feel you’ve left. But I am no longer sinking. I am no longer the kid who chased that stranger with the Jay Gatsby smile, I am no longer the kid who’d burn his eyes out reading. I am no longer the kid who’d try to protect the flame from the gusts of winds life blew. What I am now is what you’ve made me. I’m that ash that falls from a burning cigarette. I am that long sigh before you notice that your coffee is almost finished. I am not the smell of rain, but the earthy soil that absorbs. I can no longer love what I loved before. I am what you made me. I am, exhausted.

Rise Above

Sometimes my pen shakes,
It's when my heart loses faith,
It's when love bows to fear,
And everyone I hold dear,
Is clasped in the hands of death,
In that moment, I fret,
Feel so out of power,
So drained, so much,
So chained,  so tightly
The situations are such,
That I lose all faith.
Fall down on my knees,
But isn't it all fair?
All life is on lease,
Come do your part,
Get drunk? Get smart,
Holding on letting go,
An endless charade.
So join the parade,
Come dance and love,
Fall down and rise above.