The last leaves of fall shudder and float in snow-tipped air. I wonder if you feel it too. Do you hear the frigid breeze in your skin? Do you wake and wait for drifts in your drive to keep you from work, from the mundanity of Monday? Do you hold her under cozy white comforters […]
Dear Johnny, Once, I tried to write about how I felt when I was with you, how it feels to miss you. That’s a lie. I didn’t write about it once. I write about more often than you’d like to know, to be honest, but I did write about it once where it felt more […]
You’ve officially forgotten. It’s been four years since you’ve seen a picture of my face, four years since you’ve needed to, wanted to, and I wonder if it’s been as easy as you make it look. I watch for you every day, still, even though you are years and miles and oceans away, I hope […]
It’s four in the morning now. Are you sleeping? Your arms pulled tight against your chest, your knees curled high? Are dreams strolling through your mind, begging you to remember tomorrow so that you might see my face in your waking too? Is the air cool on your skin and the blankets cutting through the […]
I can see your rage burrowed beneath your skin even though I haven’t seen your face in years. The cracks collide and splinter in webs, in waves over the miles, past the years, but I see them anyway, I feel them anyway. I feel your tears from a continent away as they waterfall into the […]
I have kissed you a thousand times in my sleep. Underneath willow trees and below billowing winds, I’ve touched you a thousand times. A thousand times we’ve walked over crashing waves and across white peaks, and a thousand times I’ve heard your voice in my dreams. And although I’ve spent a thousand hours imagining your […]
When the words won’t come, when I stutter instead of flow, when I am a ball of wires scratching against the wall of language, I wonder if it’s finally over, if it has dissipated into that foggy realm of old photos and misted memories, if this love has eased into loved. Has the ache vanished […]
I put my arm out the window, feel the wind pressing against my skin, creating ripples in my tired flesh and I close my eyes to feel the rush of air and breeze and nature mixed with the industry of speed and suddenly I am no longer breathing high desert air. Instead the briny scents […]
These simple dreams twist into uncertain nightmares made of rust and forbidden facades. The moonlight wanes and the sea moves with your beating heart while I watch you live through foggy shields of distance. Your fractured moments bleed into the past while you wait for future days hidden by broken eyes. We watch in silence […]
A knife slices deep creating an unhealing wound in my heart whenever I look at your picture. It is ripping into bloody shreds but I can’t stop looking, can’t stop remembering how they once stitched instead of tore, and I wonder how this heart still beats when it is filled with gashes, with such crimson […]
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