Back When

Back when

no fear of dying

in our teenage escapades

reading your thoughts

I loved you

innocence soft

before Viet Nam

twisted my existence

so many friends

tear collections

head drooping

into yesterday smiles

writing poems

tattoos of today

touch of you

still stroking my heart.

A Lonely Place

In the middle of night

walls trying to contain my thoughts

thinking of you

out there years ago

we were single and together

pleasure moments

lasting

dreams

never believing

someday we’d wake-up apart.