Sidewalk

Glitter thrown across our homes in the sky these squares are stacked, I’m walking forward, not looking back. Dusk falls down on me, in my favorite city. You’re a memory, and that’s all you’ll be. I’m breaking out of that constant doubt, where I lived inside that place of waiting, to someday see your face. … Continue reading →

Why

I walk along this street sink into the cracks between these neatly manicured plants and the ants that walk the walls. We used to run down long halls, when we were late for class, and we never though much about what would come next. It’s not what we expected. Is this the price of growing … Continue reading →

Fields

These fields stretch on Past the days that slipped through Our fingers The tortures we don’t care to remember. The sun sets gently like it’s suppose to Fiery red with gilded golden edges. We stand and watch as time changes Its pace to match the expressions on your face. Sometimes I wonder if we’re running … Continue reading →

Time

It’s time to cut a little circle out, so you can look out, at what the world might be, if you were set free. Continue reading →

Hand

These veins like spiders, and the ones in your hands like tree trunks that trace all around you, and remind me of boats, sunk, below places we used to float. In sunlight holding hands until it became a plan we didn’t understand. Layers of what used to be, in the depths of the sea. Darker and … Continue reading →

That

Wrapped, layers overlap. The way it should be, when you see me standing, shining, free, like air across mountains with views we never before could see, the way we stood so low. It took a long time. We weren’t sure what we would find. But these trees bring me to my knees, to remember the … Continue reading →

Sail

I tied it to a sail, and watched it float away, that grayest of days. The white sail against the gray sky, the sea, and me, wearing white. Until the gray turned to night. I stood waiting, but I knew it wasn’t coming back, and I knew in a way, I would always feel the … Continue reading →

Shadows

And in these broken shadows of what we’d painted, great cities we adored. Long sleeps with worries sent out the door. So much more. Now it collects like dust, like shattered champagne glasses, shards swept with a broom, out of the room, for others to step on, outside. Oh they hid in their lies, in … Continue reading →

Fingers

The hand intertwines its fingers around my mind, as I waste all my time, wondering about things that don’t exist, and all of the people I have never, ever kissed. Who may or might not come into my life. Unsure if I’ll ever again be a wife, or if I’ll just marry the wind, until … Continue reading →

Now

Find me in wind, in limbs of trees, the space between. I hear your every word, see every glance, and I’m glad we took the chance. Oh these arms so long with fingers like branches, graceful, and hands so smoothly dancing around your face. My hands cannot let go. I tried, and something said no. … Continue reading →