You tiptoed away into the forest
the leaves fell sylvan green
branches crossed light filtered through
the specks of light turned shadows
You looked back at me a moment
I thought I felt your hand against mine
it was just the warmth of the sun trickling through the trees.
And when the fog lifted
rubble, boots, rivers
the things you whispered still floating in the air
I realized that it was just me.
maybe I like the quiet of my footsteps when I walk down the hallway alone
maybe I like the caress of the cold wind on my cheek
and maybe I like the electric feel
of things that are yet to be
reaching for the streetlights, grasping
the blur-bright of sparks on lamp posts the quiet lights.
inside something was expanding and floating away ever further
we didn’t see it go
traipsing down the alleyways we walked
under the bridge and it was gone forever.
Where does the wind go when we’re gone?
twisting through the trees
winding through the fenceposts
where does it go when we leave?
the years will carry these leaves
far, far away from here
the gravel under our feet just a memory.
where does the wind go?
a few moons
sitting searching for that
you left those flowers in the hallway
they’re wilted but they still feel like home
pacing up the hall
padded feet and the smell of sunflowers
carried away in the wind
dandelions, they never found their place.
but you’re there as they swirl around me and
you’re there as the waters churn and the ocean
carves at the shore and you’re there
as the sands shift with the tides
and i remember those old piano keys
they’re covered in dust
those stars over that wooden deck we built in the backyard
that fire burning off in the distance and
i feel rain pattering in my quiet thoughts.
but i feel warm when you wrap me in your blanket
and i feel safe in the sunshine of your smile
and i feel home when i walk up those wooden stairs
and i see you standing there.
i’ve lived 4 lives in 2 years.
streaks of light tunnels racing
scenery like a film reel flashing
you told me you didn’t love me
i drank whiskey, dark, forgotten words
and then there was laughter
skipping down an empty sidewalk,
and a midnight moon
can we stay here forever?
i don’t want to forget
does forever exist?
it’s getting so loud
and we’re moving so fast
all of a sudden the deafening roar
The lights snap, bursting white sparks into black
Dark, vast… where?
The end of the tracks
cut the noise like a sliver
This is where 4 lives end
And one begins
I can still hear their voices.
It is strange when you can see the ends of things so clearly.
The dust, the fray, the edges of things –
where it all ends.
the walk away – one last time down the hall you knew so well
never to be walked that very same way again.
It was strange to see the turn of the corner.
To watch you disappear into the dark
knowing that was the day you walked out of my life forever.
This is the intersection.
Hang a left, I’ll make a right
And I won’t look back
but you know
while you were here
it was good, it was good
it was so, so good
it was so good to see you smile.
She loved him with a madness
With a fury that could tear the mountains apart
If anything I knew she loved him, more than her body knew how, more than the earth could fathom.
And when the stars tore them from each other she loved him still – so madly, so perhaps wrongly, but so passionately the winds couldn’t understand it, the desert couldn’t see the purity of her devotion for this man
But if I know one thing
I know I will always admire the depth with which she loved him, the blind all she gave, everything she had.
But more than this, what I admire most was that when he tore heart apart, she stood back up and loved herself more passionately than ever before.
and when i saw you
glimmers of light, sea, life
the ships were racing past me
and in your anchor i found my island.
you see with you i could float
flashes of watery undercurrent
disappear into shimmering sunlight
i held my breath
the hurricane that never came
and when i looked up
all i could see
And when we’re up there on the summit,
where the sun meets water’s edge
we’ll see why the tides fell like they did
and why the moon always shone in that very same spot.
why no matter how the wind blew
you’ve always felt like my soft spot to land.
you’re my home amidst the clamor and the lights
and maybe you’re my north star
– or maybe this is what happens when galaxies collide.