South

I know those windows face the South... And somewhere beyond them is you.

Absorbed

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.

Weathered

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.

The Takedown

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.

Moldy

Like old bread forgotten in the back of a cupboard... You sit there... Unwanted... Unpalatable... Unsalvageable... And ready for trash day.

Daylight

Daylight comes and casts that soft glow through my blinds... And there you are... Coming into focus like a picture developing... Perfectly silhouetted... And entirely mine.

Trace

Let your fingers fall upon my face and trace your way along my cheekbone...

Insect

I am an insect. Captivated by a flicker of light. Undoubtedly drawn to you. Without a doubt. And with no remorse.

Meeting

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.

Someone

If everyone I ever met was in the same crowded room... I'd look for one particular person... And that someone would be you.