Distance

You’ve always been so good at following my lead,  leaving me alone when I pull away. 

But sometimes I really wish you wouldn’t. 

Coming alight

I’m used to the dank dark corners in this old empty house of a soul, the dust gathered in places that used to be filled with life.  

But I’m not used to this tiny flickering flame of a candle I have only just found, deep within this closet of a heart. It’s not enough to light the next room over, though it’s just enough to spark.  

Process of Friendship

Two became four

And then more

Until me and you

Became a group of us

 

But life is better versed

In division than the other

Pushing us further

Till only you and I remain

Again

 

Two in the north

Two as far west as possible

Several still within state

But rarely accessible

 

Found one more devoted

But all the way in Scotland

Keeping us remote and forgotten

And ultimately

Alone

 

Shelved

I can stare down at this hand that once held yours and see flashes of all the stories we made to tell. But the thing about stories is they always have an ending and even though you are the verb to the noun that is me, I have to accept that our last page has already been read.

Changes

You wait your whole life

To finally be that lucky one

And every time you think it might happen

It doesn’t.

 

And then one day,

In a year called 2017

It comes out of no where

And you’re sort of just stunned.

Oh fox…

My heart hurts

Knowing your smile is more of a frown

I don’t like one bit

Our timezones flipped upsidedown

A poem for me

Well, you’re quite good at gestures

By now we have a whole collection

Tokens of friendship treasures

You leave a note here

And I’ll leave a note there

Timing is always off

And never is it fair

But the affection is still great

Never shall is wane

No matter whatever else

We will always be the same.

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You’re the first thought upon my every mourning
Slam into conciousness without any warning
The reasons complex and constantly swarming
Conjested with need for proof not conforming
Looking for relief but find you ignoring
Crippling me with your lack of adoring

Your timing is poor, your uptake lacks reflex
I scramble to rebuild but the heart just deflects
Finding myself in your accumilation of rejects
Never have I been so proficient at trainswrecks
Whatever we are is now memories and reflects
Shattered and done like unbreakable Pyrex

Scrapbook #8

I used to ride on the school bus when I was young but it had been a while since I’d been on one when you and I found seats next to each other, accidentally on purpose, making our way to our first concert together. There were loud hot voices pressing in around us but when I looked into your green apple eyes, I only heard your laugh and the way your breath caught when I leaned forward to touch your hair. All my little girl life, I knew princes won the girl by storming the castle and chasing dragons. But no one ever told me you can fall in love with the boy on the kid graffitied brown leather seat next to you.