Sometimes pieces of you become weaved and entwined back into my life... Briefly creating a fabric of warmth and familiarity... That invariably returns to feeling as cold as ice.
As I wake up this morning to year twenty-eight, I think about all that has happened... And all that still awaits.
I hate myself for what I put you through... But I hate myself more... For what I still want to do.
There's times when words hit you harder than gravity. Every syllable strikes you so effortlessly between your eyes and every single vowel punches you straight in the face. But those consonants... They can just tear straight through your damn flesh...
There's people I'll always remember, and there's people I want to forget... But in my mind you're borderline... Just a blurry silhouette.
There were summer nights where it was only you and me... Listening to the crickets... And each other breathe.
Sometimes I catch myself looking at the patio outside my kitchen window... Knowing that those bricks once held us as we laid together under Orion's belt...
This silence has been so much louder than words... And these thoughts in my head will never be unheard.
This time last year we stopped communication... But not a single day has passed without you crossing my mind.
My fingers dig hard into the wheel, as I remember those hands that I can still feel. And I swear it's like I still see you here... With your blonde hair, hazel eyes, and lightly freckled ear. But when I blink, you'll disappear, and I'll begin to coast... Missing you riding shotgun even if you're … Continue reading Apparition