Oftentimes, Well Maybe Never

When sitting in your room
won't necessarily do,
you collect the words
caught in your walls,
the ones that will
never be spoken,
the ones that only live
trapped in paper.
After a few more drinks
and a couple more notebooks
you run out of ink,
and inevitably begin to think
of the haunting sound
that every question-
mark makes.

Inflatable

...but if love is really love
it never fails,
but fail it does.

If I have come without a thing
then I have come with all I need.

My window faces westward.