your hair is beautiful.

it shines like the sun does on days when you feel warm for the first time in months.

and when you walk, it caresses your shoulders with such purpose that i know you never feel alone.

you arms are long and defined,

the skin a dark olive that reminds me of the sand on my favorite beach.

toasted brown from the kiss of the sun.

your back is strong, and some god ran his finge...

The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.

I run my hand along the ground, the dirt kissing my sleeves.

The grass cries sweet nothings about the time we lay here last

But that time was only then, and I have to leave you in the past.

I miss when it was summer, and the trees would hold our hand

Because now cold and autumn has come, and I don’t want to stand.

Come back to me, dear...

I think we had all gotten into the habit of it, the fear that came on these days. Over and over again we wait breathless and she curls her wrinkly, old fingers around one name that was trapped in this fate. I think after the past six years, I became okay with the fear. It was something of normal to me as I pulled my hair up with the nice pins mom got for me and tied the silk dress around my batter...

She faltered, and I reached my hand out to catch her as if I could stop this from settling down on her. I could see it, the tensing of her muscles, her bones even, as each of them twitched up from her feet to the expression on her face. So many emotions were printed across her eyes, it almost seemed blank. As if this was the moment when she finally left herself, gone from this world and onto the n...

I was happy today,

I think.

But then something happened,

Something always does.

And the happiness melted away,

Like snow admits the afternoon sun.

We were happy together,

Most of the time.

We had days we wish would last a lifetime.

Time didn’t count its path when we were together,

Until it did.

Now we are alone together,

Missing what once was ours.

I am happy sometimes,

But it is se...

i wake up

i get dressed

i leave for work

i see the shoes you left that day and cry about how you left so quickly that you stepped barefoot in the snow

i get in my car

i drive to the corner

i get my coffee

i stop and stare at the table you told me some bullshit about how it was you and not me and left me broken on the seat at our favorite coffee shop

i go to work

i leave work

i wander th...

The sun jars me awake as I roll over to your side of the bed. No, not yours, anymore. I groan into the empty silence of my apartment as I struggle out of the covers. How I wish I could stay here, in the bed we once shared, and dream of how it used to be. My hand resting against the heat of your skin, your fingers rolling through my hair as the sun shines patterns around us in the morning light.

...

The sun cried on the hood of my car as we cruised through the hills of our suburban neighborhood. The music was loud, but my thoughts were louder as each moment of her silence dug deeper into me. I opened my mouth to speak, but hesitated at the realization that nothing I was thinking could be good enough to say in this moment. I raised my coffee to my lips, like a mother raises a pacifier to a bab...

I remember this part

I remember when we were sitting here,

When you got up and I stayed.

I remember you leaving, you always left.

And I stayed here, in our spot.

I remember you said something to me, as you left.

Some broken words about how it wasn’t what I thought it was.

But how can I understand these things when your back is turned to me.

When I have to watch you leave. Again.

I once sa...