Monday, July 2, 2018

After All This Time





September 2014


         Do you feel it dripping
                                               wet as my lips 
                          -- fresh from sipping this warm tea.

February 2015


I started dating someone 

that wasn't you.

Nov 2015


The whiskey is wearing off 
And he is striking the gavel
again.

I offer a thought.
But it doesnʼt reach him
And my words
fall into this empty tumbler 
Iʼve set spinning.

Dec 2015


You see,
I spent a lot of time walking
for the next two months.
    ---Missing the smell of oranges.

February 2016


           It is thick like the big red trees. 
                         It whispers
                                      –smoke rings that drift.                        

July 2016


The last thing I can remember really
is thinking that the door by my bed
made the room seem
bigger than it was.

My voice has gotten very small.

What an odd time to feel nothing.


August 2016


Today

Not today
Not today 
Not today


September 2016


I spent a lot of time
with my dog.
Watching movies.
Reading books.
And running around a forest 
near my parents house.


December 2016


My life before July 
feels like all my fault a dream.

I forgot what it was like
---being here.                                      

February 2017


              It is sharp as the Liberty Crown. 
                                    Shifting like the fickle clouds.
                               

May 2017


We were so close.
But I am glad now
that we didn't try to build us
In that field of hurt.


(It still scares me to think that I might have lost you in it.)

June 2017


I remember standing there 
watching the snow begin to fall from his mouth again.


It's funny how tired the cold can make you.

 August 2017


                                Your music
             -- a warm breath.


September 2017


We talked but my tumbleweed words 
rolled by him, 
the space between us an empty town.

It's funny how tired loneliness can make you.


November 2017


There was whiskey 
and there was 
you 
brushing a strand of hair 
from my face.

I remember our knees were touching.

Dec 2017


              It clings like mussels on a ship. 
                              always dripping away 
                                                                 under ground. 


January 2018


I went to The Falconer 
a lot the next month 
or so.

But that ended too.


February 2018


We talked for a long while.
You shared
some of your stories.

(How have you always known how to love me?)



March 13 2018


I was so surprised to see you
I hugged you 
twice.

(And felt the room get colder when you left.)

March 20 2018


And after all this time
                                        a kiss.

April 3 2018 


My life
is crinkle cut fries
Silver music 
and you
In a Golden-Hour frame.

(Thank you)

May 30 2018 


I see your lashes 
and wonder if I will ever 
feel them on my face again.

(You were leaving in a few hours.)

June 17 2018


Finally,
        Butterfly Kisses. 




Music







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