As the snow falls on my windshield,
the world is blinded of us.
The slow motion parade of the city streets
filled with people running toward us.
Let’s make them jealous.
Different tomorrow than today.
I hold my tongue when I know what to say,
But trust me it’s not worth it.
It’s not worth it.
I know I said slow.
I know it’s fast,
But this sidewalk looks as familiar
as the dark side of the moon.
Forgive my close embrace.
If I make you nervous,
I’m sorry.
But I’m not sorry.
My meaning is strong.
I don’t step on cracks,
For my mother thinks of me better,
But God am I close.
A laugh that echoes in the heart,
from a joke too funny.
A smile that stretches around the world
and back into my eyes.
A memory of not what we did,
but what was said, and where.
A dancer in her own mind,
a happy girl in mine.
Find my imperfections.
Add up all my wrongs.
Put together every miserable moment.
It’s long,
the time it takes to heal.
I was a battleship,
and I won the war.
Pick yourself up.
You’re mighty,
you’re strong.
Realize all the bad there was,
to make you forget the good.
Down the road you’ll see.
Silence. Peace.
The darkness mirrors a quieter time.
A text from the future.
My head cluttered.
Rapidly changing.
The lights from a car.
Where did this all come from?
I never did have my own backyard.
I sit here to breathe.
To stare at the nebulae.
One flight up.
I wish I could be higher.
Your voice is calming.
My voice is tired.
I see the light slowly flashing above our city.
Let me change my pace.
As the sun sets beyond the Valley
walls,
I say goodbye to a love once cherished,
adored.
I have sinned Father, but who is left to forgive
me?
It’s passion, it’s not
love.
I am confused at best.
Sugar coats your fiery words.
Just speak your mind.
I’m listening.
Not a joke,
though many were made.
Lampposts illuminated
the night for days.
Brighter than the city lights,
smarter than any sirens.
Curious always, you
Amaze me.
Look at the old couple.
Every angle seen.
From the top of the city
to feet of the sea.
A peace not pretend.
A smile not faked.
Conversation: endless…
Ended only by the sleep in our eyes.
I’m somewhere in a cloud and it’s raining.
That was the worst car ride we’ve ever taken.
I’m sorry it had to end that way.
Last night, my mother dreamed we were doomed.
Tonight, I sobbed in her arms like a baby.
She told me I needed to do the right thing.
Overthought and underappreciated.
You asked me to try. I tried.
Who could stay happy that way?
All projects need work, but two workers.
The rain is ending. The cloud has moved.
I look around the room and I am loved.
Let’s continue down the same path
effortlessly down the green grass hills.
Slow motion.
I look back to us,
and there’s no way we won’t
reach the water.
Something of a dark green leaves and branches hanging level with my face.
I don’t move to avoid them, but I soak in the visual.
For these moments come so sparingly.
Son, I feel the rain falling this Winter,
and boy am I thirsty.
So, bring on the fog and dew.
A jacket, so warm, can only bring such comfort.
“I miss you,” I told her, as the sky fell outside.
We stay inside for the warmth,
But outside is where
I want to be standing. With you,
I want to
run far for life.
For us, for you.
“You’ll be with me next time I go outside”