I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

I spoke the words but never

gave a thought to what they all could mean.

I know this is what you want,

A funeral keeps both of us apart.

You know you are not alone.

I need you like water in my lungs,

this is the end.

Love grows in me like a tumor

A parasite bent on devouring its host.

I'm developing my sense of humor,

Till I can laugh at my heart in-between your teeth

Till I can laugh at my face between your feet.

In the end
it's the smallest of touches that move us
in the biggest of ways;
like an earthquake to the heart
in the silent darkness at the close
of our days.
It's the slow reach of a tired foot
across the empty spaces between us,
the pull like leaves to light.
The shock of electricity and the stolen
breath when you fall asleep
touching me in the night.
In the end
it's the shared heat of unspoken moments
the grace of skin on skin
the audible beat of your heart
like bass drums that fill with sound
the emptiness we hide ourselves in.
It's the desperate search for fingerprints
you left behind on my flesh
the echoes of your fingers.
The frantic attempt to bathe in you
because we both know that
it's scent alone that lingers.
In the end
it's the glades and the grazes that change
in ways only we can see
the eyes that lock across crowded rooms
the wordless sighs that stop shaking
and calm our stormy seas.
It's the single kiss on the surprised neck
and the pulse of life under lips
the goosebumps that always stay.
The roll of eyes and the inhale
because it's the smallest of touches that move us
in the biggest way.

-Tyler Knott Gregson

Some days I wake up and I realize that time passes like a daze. And I don't know if I was even present for my own life, or if I was just watching it pass me by.