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.
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
You have become my mind's daily ritual. My silent reminder and sobering remembrance of everything I must now miss.
I can picture you alone somewhere in a southern state, Smoking a chain of cigarettes while a drink surely waits. A loft with wood floors is probably what you now call home, Still lost to the world with a face like stone.
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
You burnt down our bridge and left me with nowhere to go... Now I'm lost in the embers... With white ashes falling slow.