“You won’t have a chance to forget,” she said.
“The end of the Earth can’t keep you from me.”
And in the last fading glow of sunset,
As the shadows bent forward into darkening dusk,
We said our goodbyes.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
“You won’t have a chance to forget,” she said.
“The end of the Earth can’t keep you from me.”
And in the last fading glow of sunset,
As the shadows bent forward into darkening dusk,
We said our goodbyes.
The warm waves of your voice,
That satin river.
I’m so easily lost
In the swirls and rivulets
Of your quiet greeting.
“You’re not good at this,” they’ll say.
“Don’t waste your time.”
Words of fear,
Of those who failed to try.
Those who don’t understand how you can be so brave.
Her eyes were emerald glass, Transparent.
Witness-
The fire behind them,
The twisting flames and heat,
The molten truth of someone who knows what they want.
Molten moonlight pours through branches
Bending around us.
We are alone, but not lost.
Together
We are free. And we are not afraid.
Looking back on my triumph
On the smoking ashes and ruin behind me,
I smile,
And walk on.
I’ve never stood taller,
With the straight shoulders of the unafraid and victorious.
Nothing can stop me now.
I see you.
Through the burning blue neon
Through the stark black lines of makeup
Through the cascading overflow of daybreak
Through the velvet black nights
Through the tearful smiles
Through the curling smoke of your favorite drink-
I see you.
And what I see is perfect.
New year,
Same Fear.
Fear of being swallowed by chaos.
Fear of remembering the emptiness
That is me.
I always loved the way
You smiled when you licked the spoon.
The spice and earthy smells
The way your brow furrowed when you smelled smoke.
And more than anything,
the soft echo of sunrise making you a silhouette
against the promise of a new day.
She’ll never fade.
A smile in the corners of her mouth,
Hair like fire, burning.
And her goodbye echoes,
Ice clear
Immune to time’s decay.