Monday, January 7, 2019

Frequent Flier Miles

Frequent Flier Miles
By: Tyler Ross

We took that ride home
got carried away.
We took that ride home
another day.
Lost in the clouds
and endless blue.
Down that path
where I hurt you.
Cost me more than just love.
A part of me died soaring above.
Back to California
without a clue.
Head frozen,
nothing new.
Stuck in reflection,
What do I do?
Nothing new.
Thoughts of you.
Oh, those thoughts of you.
Wish I really knew what to do.

Burrie Burrie Me

Burrie Burrie Me
By: Tyler Ross

Years and Years ago,
a restaurant
in the valley,
we chatted over food.
Superb.
A new friend.
Same University,
more ways to extend
our friendship grew roots.
Television shows and intelligent convos,
laughter and enjoyment kept us there.
So many smiles,
so much joy.
It was easy to be your friend,
even when I annoyed.
You liked me,
then I liked you.
That cycle went on,
even if I played like I didn't have a clue.
Life separated,
then life drew us back in.
Always easy to start back up,
through thick and thin.
You were there for me,
and I for you.
We bonded a lot.
Got closer over the years.
Sex came into our picture
and even more cheers.
You were the most thrilling,
intoxicating and
some trouble.
We started and stopped
and started and stopped.
Closer friends,
I liked you a lot.
But kept my cool.
I think you sorta knew.
Visits became less frequent,
even if I didn't want them to.
Whenever I saw you after,
still
heartbeats like crazy.
With lots of time to think,
fuck,
you got me,
amazing!
Thoughts of you all the time.
Headspace covered.
Devine.
Still, always on my mind.
Still, always on my mind.
Can't shadow your shine.
Only now I reflect,
wondering if we'll ever get back that time.
In my mind.