The Power Of Thoughts

He would be lying if he said
he didn't miss the kisses that jumped from cheek to cheek.
The way she greeted him in the morning never differed,
always accompanied the sun
and that fun kind of smile
that's like a kid on Halloween
that knows the candy is coming,
he just has to go out there and get it.
He saw the news report blurred by hers eyes
and he could have sworn
over her shoulder the headline he read was-
What are we going to do today that we haven't done yet?

Forget that they already built a fort
out of sheets in an empty field
and sat there exchanging scar stories
because its hard for two people just like them
to meet two people just like them
in a complete form.
She said that nick on my shoulder
came from the weight of supporting a supposed lover
while they dealt with their own inabilities.
He said the scratches on my heels
were the last signs
of a habit that died hard.
Claimed he was scared to death
and fled because commitment before her
was like cigarettes without the scent.
The musk of his grandparent's house
still on his holiday sweater marks that one time she met them.

He never asked them what they thought of her
and she never asked him what they thought of her
because they both knew thoughts were powerful things.
Their beliefs being put on hold
like an army looming over a third world country
from the second they met
like cease fire
after years of fighting
they sighed sighs of victory
like they had been fighting hopelessly
and if only to hide the fact they'd already given up.
They both claimed to all their firm jawed
and piranha-esque friends that one night
with a high-jumping cow and some place over the rainbow
they let themselves dream
and the result
was waking up the next morning for a coffee fix
and walking headlong
into exactly what they always wanted at Starbucks.
They looked for every synonym to avoid the phrase
"perfect for each other",
they ran from every cliche
and watched as all their effort gave way
to what they always wanted
but never dared ask for.

However,
the truth of it all is overwhelming to him.
Standing there alone looking at the sunrise
He finds its comfort colder than a politician's promise
and emptier than that religion
her parents always tried to sell him.

He never bought it,
but still he wonders,
if the sun ever rises in heaven.