And see just like that it’s gone – a fleeting thought, a whisper, the twilight and the dawn. In that moment before waking and in the shadows of sleep, were you truly there beside me or somewhere beyond my reach?
While I could not cry in front of you, I cried once for you – in front of strangers. But then again it could have just been the vodka, or life’s regrets – perhaps it was only allergies that caused such a commotion of compulsion. Who knows what God’s thinking in these rare moments ofContinue reading “Strangers”
I sit in this bookstore where I feel detached from the young and too young to be the old. Miles away, memories come in with the fog and rest their toes at the edge of the water. The only promise of life is the sound of fury from beyond what only the lost can see.Continue reading “Sitting at Powell’s”
In my yellow polka dots, I had no notion I didn’t match and no idea you didn’t care. God we were so young then – and reckless, just not reckless enough.
Some ghosts are not dead but are whispers in the wind from the one we lost saying, “Come find me again.”
Mostly misplaced, indifference displaced, the world and its lovers dance without haste.
When you feel like the rules are different for everyone but you, and the world keeps changing except for the view, close your eyes and hear the sounds from that place long ago that spoke to your youth. When nothing turns out like the dream you chased but never followed through, and it seems yourContinue reading “Unfinished”
On teardrops and rose petals, I come to you, slipping through your window, just past the morning dew. I touch you with a whisper, kiss you with my heart, an echo from the past, a promise in the dark. Your body moves alongside me, beyond the years and past the many miles in this placeContinue reading “Morning Dew”
Between silence and a whisper, I find magic in the moments of snow on rooftops, fresh under my feet and in the remnants it leaves on the strangers I meet. A ghost among them, I’m very much alive, sure of my fortune, I fly rather than run along this path of mine. Near the lake,Continue reading “I Pause for Ghosts”
(to Evan) Most my life I hurt, felt lost without, struggled to find pieces of my mind, confused about things to be defined, love was a yearning in the absence of another, and desperation in their presence. It’s been a long road of crushing disappointments, found myself broken, misled, mistaken, misspoken, discovered hope in theContinue reading “Fall to hell”