The red brick house
that sits at the end of Carnegie Court
is where I grew tall
with markings in the door way
and my secrets written on my closet wall
or thats where they used to be
before they were hidden by a layer of fresh paint
and we moved away from the Bradford  pear
that sat outside my window
that I climbed everyday

Plano is where my Grandparents live
in a house that smells of coffee beans
and sewing machines
old books lined up on the wall
with pictures my Grandpa took of brilliant waterfalls  
an older piano where I first learned to play
and a fire place that we use to light together on Christmas Day

Colorado holds many memories
from the many summers I’ve spent with my family
pulling our camper from one park to the next
seeing all the beauty the world has hidden
beneath foliage and the crystal waters
in the rock and the caverns
behind falls and between the trees
lies God’s beauty of more than just birds and bees
the flowers and the fruits
and the smell of fresh pine always reminds me
the reason we revisit from time to time

The photos that climb my stairs
are from memories that will never need repairs
the good and the bad have all shaped me in some way
and I am who I am needless to say

So I sit in my room
looking past my poster covered walls
remembering the times
that were worthy of this black ink
listening to my music
and writing in sync
knowing that now
still so much awaits me
and the world is still out there
ready to embrace me

I stand alone
on this bridge
as it begins to crumble
beneath my stance
and I tremble
as my ground drops
out from under me
and I'm left alone
without a bridge
to help me get home

j.h.

I've spent a lot of time
wondering
if I've met you

and if I have
was it for long
or was it only a glimpse

have we touched?
have we kissed?

I've spent lots of time
thinking about you
yet I'm pretty sure you don't know
that I exist

but sometime
soon I hope
our paths will cross
because love
is inevitable

j.h.

I could describe your image
the curves of your body
as if you were standing before me

I could describe the smell
of every t-shirt you own
as if it were labeled with the scents name

I could describe the taste
of your lips when we collide  
as if they were a dream I never forgot

I could describe you
as so many things
but my favorite is
the fact that you're mine

j.h.