a world without you
is a world without music.

i showed you the garden,
it had been too long.

i see you in everything,
fires, scars, stars, flowers.

you loved the morning glory,
you'd never seen anything like it before.

the scarf wrung it's hands around my neck softly, & hung down my body, maroon, like blood dripping from my paper-cut finger.

the wind went to bed, leaving my hair to it's own devices, wispy & frizzing down either side of my pale face, as if summer hadn't yet touched my skin.

a fawn lept across a yard with only the
light of a streetlamp & the Super Blue Moon to illuminate it's majestic, tawny limbs.

you were my blue moon, my once in a lifetime.
how do we know we made the right decision?
you always knew how to make me laugh.
how do we know we made the right decision?. . .

things we cannot say in person

things we shouldn't say out loud

things we should have said that one time

things we could have said that day

things we're too afraid to speak

things we're not sure we should feel

things we need to say

things we want to tell

things we rehearse but will never spill off our tongues

things we're not proud to express

things we're struggling to put into words

because the words don't do it justice, still.

i thought i minded
when external forces
kept us apart...
turns out, it feels
a whole lot worse
when it is ourselves.