I think of you constantly.
I want you back and then I don’t.
I’m sad that you’re gone. That you left and haven’t come back.
I dream of you walking back into my life and everything being perfect again. But the more I think about that the more I think that it won’t be the same because we’re not the same.
Time has changed us and shaped us into different people.
Would I still like you?
Would you still like me?
Is there ever a chance that we will have what we had before?
Mostly I hope there is.
I don’t want to let go of that feeling of us….
There’s this sense of freedom when you realize you no longer miss someone, someone that once meant so much to you, until the knowledge seeps through that they really weren’t suppose to mean all that much. It’s funny how you hold so much weight onto the things like that, it makes it hard to remember what truly is meaningful.
the clouds are alive and breathing,
and i felt your heart move.
It’s been like a dream,
one that I can close
my eyes and feel
you breathing beside
The taste of your lips
still linger on mine,
along with the feel
of your facial hair on my
holds onto my skin,
and we’ll just have
to wait, to understand
when it happens again.
All that remains-
is the ghost
you left behind,
into the calm
I see the outline
of your body,
in places where
you should be,
next to me,
but you chose
to walk out that
door and leave.
Your voice echos
against the stars,
ones we wished on.
Your touch lingers
in the breeze,
whispering the lies
you once told.
But I’ll remain
It’s my innocence that will be imprisoned,
when boundry lines are soaked with kerosene.
I’m not afraid. Light the match and let the fire ignite.
I’m not in distress, don’t rescue me—
It’s in summer’s hot breath,
the sun’s reflection against the creek
I rolled up my jeans and stuck
my toes beneath the surface,
the water was warm. The sky hummed
and I drank in the beauty of this evening.
I collected pebbles, filling my pockets with wishes
and threw them towards the horizon,
where the earth and sky touched,
hoping one day I’d lay there too.
I chased a school of minnows as they raced
each other, almost camouflage against
the rocks until a frog caught my eye,
I leaned down and placed my finger on his head
as he looked directly at me, perhaps he wanted
to leap into the depths of my eyes,
I wanted to kiss him, but I feared
he’d turn into my prince
and I just wasn’t quite ready for him yet
and he’d probably turn up naked,
only speaking in his natural tongue
with a diet of flies. A small sparrow then
swept over my shoulder, whispering
a secret before disappearing into
the collection of trees.
Nature never lies,
always remaining beautiful,
holding the secrets we long to hear,
but turn away from.
I picked up a fallen leaf, from a maple tree-
dressed in a deep green
and I traced it’s intricate design.
The world holds so much in it’s palm,
waiting for you to explore it
inhaling the beauty it offers
and the truth in nature.
I emptied my pockets,
placing my wishes where they belong,
but I kept just one, along with the leaf
and got lost on my way home.