I'm realizing that all those mannerisms and questionable traits you had have now been absorbed by me. So it's like you're still here. Even though you can't be.
Sun-bleached boards and weathered planks parted those sandy dunes... And they carried the thoughts and solemn footsteps... That once belonged to me and you.
I look back and remember how carefully and delicately I placed all these photographs in these cheap Tjmaxx frames... Three pristine prints in complete symmetry. The glass free of hairs... stubborn dust... and my fingerprint smears... Hanging in unison perfectly. But now... Now I can't even look at them long enough to take them apart.
Absently she peers into a memory, with empty eyes and an eyebrow arched... Stubbornly lost in the same thoughts... That never went away.
Google photos can be such a bitch... Highlighting memories I never even missed. Those pictures from 2018 can kindly fuck off... But honestly it's my fault... For not deleting the lot.
I wonder about the day that I bump into you... Maybe in a year or just out of the blue. I catch myself rehearsing all the things I would say... In hopes that when you see me you don't just walk away.
If everyone I ever met was in the same crowded room... I'd look for one particular person... And that someone would be you.
Those hands exist as delicate etchings scribed deep inside my mind... And none like yours I'm sure to ever find.
When you come to mind air becomes non-existent. I'm just left gagging and gasping from an invisible hand that only releases enough to prevent my complete suffocation. But still I think of you.
If I close my eyes and hold my breath, I can imagine myself back besides you. Within that moment I'm backfloating in your scent, drowning in your touch, and backstroking in your presence. But as soon as I relax and try to take a breath, I'm sucked back into the present... Once again left only … Continue reading Drowning