Filed under: love
it only takes three ‘flakes’ to cause a blizzard. . .
crusted are the waves at my feet.
you slipped away.
how quickly you just washed away.
i don’t seem to understand.
i cant help but understand.
that I, too, must go on.
that I, too, leave behind
a trail of my own.
However unknown.
Words are the tears on your face. a quivering cheek, expression mute. Not even a pen captures the truth. A voice echoes from your slippery phone, sounds of empathy and support muffled by your waxed ear. Hearing only what you want to hear, seeing only what you want to see. control. insights slapped back and tattoed all over your body, your own ruthless words. stomach a baby’s grip. An ironic whimper, thoughts of a strong woman.
Filed under: love
I let go to hold on. I hold onto the idea the future - and it is unfair. I hold onto the memories - his character. I hold onto the emotions - his presence. Already a foggy glass of the past. i sip some tea. Another telephone conversation. A mile apart is a world’s divide. Distance a tease, his voice an echo. a comfort but Uncomfortable am I. and i let go once and for all.
Filed under: love
Though this road may end in oceans. And these tides will twist our souls. Your presence, all the difference. And it’s you who makes me whole.
Filed under: love
And the boy with the usc sweathshirt. Pants showing happiness. Wrapped present in hand. His eyes are locked on the funny looking girl on the couch. She is wearing a frumpy sweatshirt and decorated with neon blue braces. I cannot help but remember when i thought those were cool.
The others screech and moan for her to open the boy’s present, silently jealous of such givings. She excitedly unveils a simple pink scarf with a almost matching pink hat, knitted into complacence. She tries it. And retries it. It matches her pimpled face and she glows like a Queen. The boy sincerely admires her awkward presence. She is beautiful.
