The memories of longing reach for her,

Under a cloudless sky,

The birds sing sweetly from their branches,

In the cozy trees up high.

She lies in a field of green grass,

Bathed in golden beams,

But the memories of longing reach out,

And shatter all her dreams.

She wonders how the world can still spin,

How time can still fly by,

How the birds can keep on singing,

When all she can do is cry....

Sitting on the ground

On a chilly summer day,

Words scratched at her throat,

Yet she had nothing to say

It was never truly clear,

She’d forgotten her own face

There was something about fear,

It kept her stuck in one place

She’d gotten a taste of life

Now her mouth was full of sand,

Someone twists the knife,

Her blood was on her own hands

The sky was cloudless,

Longing reached for her,

Fore...

The sunrise is telling stories again.

It's crafty like that.

She's very good at forgetting these days,

But it won't let her.

They have an understanding at this late stage of their friendship,

She and the sky.

All she has to do is look up,

And the rest is up to the memories.

It starts early.

Standing next to the coffee pot, letting the first soft pinks touch the faux-wood grain of the countert...

The memories of the flood reached for me today under a cloudless sky

My soul remains

The rain gently fell the woodlands

my soul was nourished

The torrent of water replaced soft steady rain

My soul was frightened

The homes lost and the roads impassable

My soul was breaking

Lives were lost

My soul lay grieving

the damage so devastating

My soul was churning

The chinook was loud and my d...

she decided when it was done

she always was the first to run

what she had was so great

but i didn’t leave first-it was too late

she wanted to feel better

and she always wanted to receive a meaningless letter

a stupid volleyball setter

the thought she had of me wasn’t true

but the lies she told after we’re all askew

i would’ve done anything to feel something for her

but all our time together be...

Widows don’t often

have time to pause and indulge

idle memories...

The memories of longing

Reached for her

Under a cloudless sky.

She could close her eyes,

Breathe in,

And imagine the smell of his cologne.

For a moment,

It was enough,

But not anymore.

She wants to take a permanent vacation,

To wherever he is,

Never again to part....

The memories of longing

Reached out

From under the clouds

Heavy with water

This view was cloudless and blue

Only yesterday

The sun was shining

And there was the kiss

Of a prairie stream

Over a naked body

But today she can’t swim

The thunder is calling in the lightning

So she rests inside a cedar cabin

And lets the longing soak into her heart

Like rain into the dry land...

The memories of longing reached for her under a cloudless sky

Oh how she missed the feelings of soaring through the sky

But dont you worry little girl because soon you will soar through the big blue sky

It will take time but you will conquer those cloudless skies...

When she sees her old friends speak to the ones we spoke bad about

it’s a bittersweet feeling

Thinking back on good memories makes her wince

She compares their old selves to their new selves, it’s a nerve wrecking thought

Oh how she longs she can remake those memories

Of ordering food in the middle of the night

Or facetiming all day everyday

Or horror video games in the dark

She can sit un...