No rain, no flowers.
my photography
Central at Dusk
Rest
Put my name on a chair right by your side
Maybe someday
I’m the one who broke your heart when we were young
New York you set my heart on fire
Static
I see you on trains, in subway stations. you glance at me and you smile –
Like we share some sort of secret.
Light shadows race past me and everything else goes still and silent,
Static.
You flicker like a television screen.
And as you turn away the pieces of you begin to fade
They get carried away with each passing train.
we are gathering speed
the clock strikes midnight and the particles of my heart stream out of me like electrons gathered in your current.
I can still see your smile in the back of my mind
It’s burned into me like smoke
I know your face because I’ve loved it for so long.
And as the last train out pulls away from the station
I’m leaving pieces of me all over the city.
I was just thinking about you.
The Warm Hours
When the warm hours rust over and slowly turn to the steely sounds of rushing and of cold and water droplets leaking from dusty pipes
I will remember the nights we sat on my old apartment floor reminiscing and pressing our toes together to show that we understood.
I will remember the beach and the way that sand carried through the wind and how your laughter echoed across the paths of gulls as she ran out to play.
I will think upon those days of light footed exploration where foggy ponds became magical landscapes
Where we ran through the docks head on into our futures.
I will remember the way you laughed as you skipped gingerly across those mossy rocks. You always had a way of making everything worthy of a smile.
And I will remember all the nights you called me and told me, “Honey, everything will be alright.”
– It will be alright
just so long as you will always be my happy conversation
The one who forgets to put the chicken in the freezer
But that has never stopped me from loving you –
– it never has-
It has only ever made me love you more.
Tell Me Something Beautiful 