Before there was: “meandyou.” There was...me. And there was...you. And then we were “US” (which felt bigger than two) Though now I’m just me. And you are just you. It seems rather strange, (Now that we are through) That I care for me, More than I care for you. The “And” in the middle Was… Continue reading Growth
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The West Village
Off the grid. Made of winding old pathways with cobblestone and brick buildings hugging close together, telling secrets. The flower boxes, bright red and hot pink, are saturated in the setting sun. Out of every corner bar, with a name gold-leafed on the dark windows; comes the aroma of wine, wood floors and whiskey. I… Continue reading The West Village
A Keeper
This past weekend from the window of the car; as I passed state after state heading north west; I saw the small dustings of autumn. It wasn't hard to miss, a few of the trees were touched slightly yellow and even more so a few days later, bushes were vibrant red and orange closer to… Continue reading A Keeper
wishing stones
A dream. A dream about a big backyard and glowing sunset filtering through the trees. Twinkle lights hung abound and laughter punctured through music as if it were written in (in pencil, of course, at final dress). A cello, soft and low; a whisper, sweet and promising, and a ring of flowers in my hair.… Continue reading wishing stones
From the top of the years
This was written on January 5th of 2018.I am not sure I am any closer to this life that I dream of. But What an interesting moment to look back on, within my sorrow such clarity. "In the quiet moments of my day I often daydream about so much more than I have. I don't… Continue reading From the top of the years
Now and then
April 2018 This is what you do, my pet, when the airplane of your love has gone up in smoke: You land it (maybe) in the best way that you can. You let it rest on the grounds of some open field in the middle of nowhere where all is unrecognizable, including the tremor in… Continue reading Now and then
Crape Myrtle
I tried to take a picture, But I couldn’t catch the light. And no matter how I aimed the lens, The photo wouldn’t come out right. The picture didn’t see the detail, That made me pause and think, And smile at how the petals looked like chiffon- Delicate and pink. The honey light slicing through… Continue reading Crape Myrtle
lake district
"You will find someone else to love you." That is what I say to myself when I feel my heart grating against the want of you. Despite the knowledge of what should be, and with the knowledge of what is, of what it was. I fall deeply into the lake of our past often. I… Continue reading lake district
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