I should probably thank you for curbing my obsession, for simply removing the candy from my mouth before I could take one more taste. Maybe the air will lighten and my feet will once again move because I no longer have that paralyzing window. And you’ll be back, I’m sure, but for now, the words […]
Words sometimes are not enough. Sometimes we just need to be seen, to have someone look us in the eye and tell all without a whisper. They knew, didn’t they? They knew all the things they never said. In one minute, they spoke lifetimes of longing without words, and we could feel every moment of […]
The spaces are empty again, vast and deserted, and the letters pile up against the door. The J always sticks to the Y in awkward phrasing, and I wonder when I’ll run out. Will I open my box one day and find nothing but … and ;? Will it be like now, when I stare […]
I remember you left in the morning, carrying your shoes in your hand. Spring rain always reminds me of your sock-feet soughing against the floor. Rain fell all morning, awakening the earth. You slept, I sipped coffee, and spring sprung. When it’s over, remember the spring. See the moments when we bloomed instead of withered. […]
I’m swept up and away, and wherever swept things go as they shimmer and shift along front door breezes, and motes of sunbeam that pierce through mundane mornings where I sip my coffee to the tune of your melodies And to the notes that undulate across my shoulders and down my spine like a twisting […]
“I need you,” you said, and I saw fairy dust in your eyes, in the pieces of you I had lost. So I said, “I need you too,” as the threads holding us together tightened instead of frayed, and I floated away on your starlight eyes and broken wings. ~Patience Facebook Twitter
I write you letters in my sleep. When I close my eyes, my pen begins to move, spilling secrets I tell no one but you. I wind words around your limbs, planting seeds in your eyes so that you might read the verses spinning around you, floating into the mist, the gray fog hanging on […]
It’s all the things… We haven’t done or been or dreamed. We haven’t found or wanted or loved. It’s all the people… We haven’t touched or reached or seen. We haven’t held or kissed or loved. It’s all the needs… We haven’t shown or expressed or let go. We haven’t tried or sang or fought […]
This slow urging, this dark wanting to see you, to stand in places where you’ve stood, to feel the earth as you did, to see the world from where you are. It goes and does not stop. The abating words I fumble so that I may look like I’m gone, they just mask my manic […]
Wicked fingers claw. You’re there, on the other side of nowhere, waiting to see if I’ll find my way to where you are. Footsteps fall, echo, live inside realities made of paper. Do you remember what it felt like to seek instead of hide? To yearn for the unknown? *** Here’s another one for Three […]
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