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Aubrey Sep 2020
Him:

You ma’am, have quite the amazing way with your words.


Me:

Thank you, sir. Though, with all due respect, they are, yours.
A.
Aubrey Sep 2020
They stuck her with needles,
then asked why she screamed
A.
  Aug 2020 Aubrey
Grace E
Some people like to think of themselves as the black sheep...
I’ve always considered myself more of the glittery sheep of the flock
Oh, my wool is sparkling? Didn’t even notice ;)
Aubrey Aug 2020
I've waited a hundred years
But I'd wait a million more
for you
Nothing prepared me for
What the privilege of being yours would do

If I had only felt the warmth
within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile
when you blush
Or how you curl your lip
when you concentrate enough
Well I would have known
What I was living for
all along
What I've been living for

Your love is my turning page
Where only the sweetest words remain
Every kiss is a cursive line
Every touch is a redefining phrase

I surrender who I've been
for who you are
For nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart
If I had only felt how it feels to be yours

Well I would have known
What I've been living for all along
What I've been living for

Though we're tethered to the story we must tell
When I saw you,
well I knew we'd tell it well
With a whisper we will tame the vicious seas
Like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
(favorite love song)
Aubrey Mar 2020
And this is what it took.
For us all to stop.
To empty the streets.
To let the sky breath.
To clear the air of routine vacations and business trips that really could have been simple meetings.
To listen to how the world sounds without music and festivals and museums and freelancers.
To quietly miss the hauling of drunk people on your street at 3 AM on Sunday mornings.
To notice the vulnerable amongst us.
To want to protect them.
To be vulnerable ourselves.
To miss touching.
To afternoon ***.
To check in with your old friends.
And your new friends and your work friends and the overly-friendly guy at your local gym and your therapist and her wife and your old boss who’s going through chemo and your dad because you love him and you actually love them and maybe you’ve only just really realize that at the end of the world,
or at least of polite supermarkets, sports fans, and Times Square.
To have time for how they are really feeling.
To have more time for their stories, fears, toilet paper count, Netflix recommendations, thanks-for-calling-and-it’s-been-so-nice, I’ve-missed- you’s.
To crave social distancing in a blanket.
To let it feel good inside and unbearable.
To feel genuine love for your comfy couch.
To be reminded of the obscene luxury of stock shelves.
To you want promotions for the patient saints working the doomsday cash registers of terror towns in freighted cities.
To cook a bit extra for a night shift worker or your neighbors with the five kids.
To have our husbands and wives and partners at home.
To remember that even though money is tight already this month and you started biting your nails again, that it’s still a return.
To sit in shock and awe at the energy your children possess.
To try and remember it while they’re running laps around the room and you just spent three hours downloading Frozen 2.
To invent.
To play.
To cook with what we have.
To welcome boredom into our homes.
To take your midyear holiday visiting the different rooms in your house instead of Bali.
To decorate the attic like a tropical resort of the bar in the ski lodge or Venice in the spring and stay there instead.
To wonder what you could make out of two whole weeks.
To fall in love with Italy without ever having been.
To go on dates.
To fall in love with someone new.
To break someone’s heart.
To weep while people become neighborhood choirs from their balconies and front porches.
To weep again while others call nursing homes to see if anyone needs a visitor before there can be none.
To weep still while we wonder why we’ve never done all this before.
To become human... maybe even for the first time.
A.
Epidemic
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