If my words were to Fall from you Scattered on the ground To be whisked away On an unfelt breeze If you’ve forgotten what this
Category: Poetry & Prose
Once, Was Summer
Meet me by the tree, the one from my youth Days spent climbing, swinging, longing, dreaming Yellow Jackets and an occasional sting Long summer days
Our Place
There is a walk I know, among the trees How much you always loved the solitude The dry, fallen leaves cracking beneath our feet An
Becoming
In this I have become Plucked from sanity’s embrace Ungrounding, unfurled Wrought from fever and disgrace In each step through Cinder and ash, my becoming
This Room
In this room, is one of four walls Where there once contained A great picture window I would stare as the sun shone through At
Meant To Be
I walk these streets That we once shared Through neon’s glow Window shop curiosities Remind me What it is I’m looking for As others pass
