Sunday, June 28, 2015

Play Thing

You are a toddler
who wants all the toys
and I am the rag doll
that feels like you need
so much more
than I am.

Kindness

I miss the way
your kindness
knocked on my door
like a friend
I haven’t seen
in a while -
visiting for a time,
rushing to see
the green lawns
of historic parks,
stopping to savor
the best pastries
and not caring when
it crumbled.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Your Voice

(it carries)
from the light blue
framing in need
of fresh paint.
I breathed heavy
everytime I approached
from the steep driveway
always wondering
if there would be more
bruising
to leave or stay. 

Boys Who Make Women Cry

These skies were blue
until you
stood underneath
and took all the words
like a god
you smile
when you feel the rain
that won't stop
pouring. 

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Places I Find Myself

I saw my reflection
in a raindrop
gliding
          down
your window
and for that brief 
moment I saw
myself like you do:
the bluest of skies
with the smell
           of rain. 

Out of Control

That day you drove
in the snow
I was the one who
stopped drifting
and you maneuvered
like you knew what
you were doing. 
You took these curves
like you have taken
them before. 
Fuck. I lost control;
you have driven me 
all sorts of crazy.