Among strangers who will say so many things to fill our ears

Among strangers who will say so many things to fill our ears, we will feel more comfortable than we do when we are alone. Among people we barely know, you will breathe life again. I will be witty again. Our stories will surprise even our selves.

See the smile on my face? It's been a while, hasn't it? And the light that's in your eyes, my God, I had almost forgotten what beautiful eyes you have. And you, you are looking at me in that old way, the wink, the grin, the small reminders that I am loved.

The crowd invigorates and stirs the blood. Noise, yes sometimes there is comfort found in the din of a gathering. We are not together and yet never apart. Opposite sides of the room and yet we have not been this close in some time.

Tell me, love, why is it that we no longer find this in each other alone?

Love is like skipping: if you know the secret, you can learn to fly	This exact place where we laughed so much and the way you said my name will echo always in my brain	A lonely city. A bar stool. Ted.	Foolish man. You cannot turn me into a phantom because you are frightened.
Could you have danced with me?	In each other alone	If you told me this never happened	Teach me to dream
Surrounded by strangers with public fingerprints	We are Our Stories	Our stories will surprise even our selves.	The way things have always been done
Lonely in a crowded room	I Am Loved	Who are the people in your neighborhood?	Four Concerns + Interruptions
When you are smart, nothing is true	I replied to the wind	i try to forget you	Self-reflexive poetry
March 30, 2002	I'm a stranger here myself	your eyes