The Music Teacher

In a world where I was

Always

Second Best

 

I never had to prove

Myself

To you

 

My spirit

My intellect

My light

My Talent

 

Your heart broke as you watched them

Shatter

 

But I held on tighter

because of

you

 

I came back stronger

because of

you

 

You understood 

How fragile

We  were

 

You knew

The power

You held

And never abused it

 

I think of you

On the days 

I feel 16 again

 

But mostly 

On the days

When I see

how

brilliant

I’ve become

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COFFEE BLACK

I preferred tea

He drank his coffee black

There was never any milk in the house
so
I drank my coffee black too

I didn’t mind

We’d come alive at night
In the magic of
the
whiskey twilight

The mornings
My favorite part
Tinted with a bittersweetness

We listened to Tom Waits
And the sounds of bacon
sizzling

Laughing in bed
Making plans that would
never
happen

Being our true selves
Being Us
Being what was
never
meant to
be

I really wanted tea

But I didn’t mind

Drinking my coffee black

 

FIRST LOVE (continued inspiration)

It was on the 7 train
Headed for Shea

The first moment of electricity

You were only visiting

Come fall
We’d talk until 3AM

My best friend
1,500 miles away

That was when people still talked
Still got to know each other’s souls
Because it was important

It is important

By winter we were in love

Pure love
Kind love
Ephemeral love

We had an expiration date

That didn’t stop you

That didn’t stop us

Chinese food
Rented DVDs
My favorite New Year’s Eve

Long before Netflix & Chill

You should have been
the standard
I held the rest of them
up to

The Artist (inspired by Dear, Mr. You)

 

Hesitant
Sitting cross legged
On my dorm room single bed
Our first kiss 

Enchiladas
And a bad movie
An excuse to hold hands
In the dark

We’d get high and watch The OC
Talk about movies
And your art

I was too young
To understand the importance
of being loved

You always wrote so beautifully
Every message
Email
Postcard
A piece of personal poetry

I will always remember

The bouquet of pencils you brought to my door