i'm in the wake
of a storm i didn't even know happened
but suddenly i walk outside and
there is a sea of fragmented mirror
where there were once
smooth stone paths
and my favorite tree lies uprooted on it's side
like a wounded animal
it's wooden limbs torn
and the sky pities me wordlessly
almost as if it knows
i will be the only one on my hands and knees
putting time back together
because yesterday was last year
and the spaces between
the words
grow
farther and
farther
apart
until i am
straining to hear sounds
that would've once made me deaf
even though
the volume is turned
all the way up.

take me to the lakes
where all the poets went to die
i don't belong
and my beloved neither do you
those windemere peaks look like the perfect place to cry
i'm setting off
but not without my muse
no not without you

seven freckles
stretched across the expanse
of a mystery
when the wind would pick up
she would dance with her shadow
and her twirling reminded the moon of its celestial duties
she held the milky ways in her lungs
and the stars in her eyes
and every day as the sun bid farewell
long, dark, outstretched arms awaited her
a receding tide of centuries of patience
of forgetting
of rewriting
she asked herself often
if she was born for this world
or if it was born for her
as leaves simpered at the brief graze of her skin
and nebulas spilled from her fingertips

you'll always be
my favorite reason
to lose sleep

there is a feeling you get
when you listen to a song for the first time
one of those songs
you know will stay for a while
fold into your every thought
wrap itself around your deepest secrets
cling to your every breath.
dominoes falling
thoughts echoing
gravitating
a feeling of
falling
into
place.
you know
from the first listen
it is your favorite
it is your repeat
and repeat
and repeat till
you breathe it
like it is air
that was how it felt
meeting you