Our eyes met; it was love at first sight
Our first date, we envisioned our
Future children and our home
Cuddling in a single bed
Love, we just fit
Married soon
Dreams are
True

crimson thoughts
turn themselves inside out
like clothes in the wash

i think about
the long days alone
do i wash these thoughts
like colors together
on delicate

i fear the rip and tear
of loneliness’s unremitting two step
a dance of color
of red

and i ask myself
how did crimson take hold
as the angels dance
and i bob

turned inside out

Somewhere in there
is a ghost of you I once loved.
A ghost whose wisps are still floating around somewhere inside me.
You aren’t that girl I loved anymore,
that girl had a cuter laugh.
Those who still bring up your name around me talk about a girl
whose name was a string of letters that had flesh and heart
and one hell of a smile.
But
Now it’s just ink and curls, dots and swirls.
You aren’t her anymore, which is a good thing,
because if you were, that wisp that still sits on the back porch of my heart
would grab enough strength to leak into my brain and slip by any rational thought
that’d tell me not to call you. Not that I still have your number,
But that wisp would scoop through memories until it found it
and force it into waking thought.
I’d call you,
and that wisp would turn into a thick smog,
billowing clouds and bulbous puffs
Sitting on every nerve
and gaining density until it settled thick,
so every view and breathy word
would remind me of you.
It’d become a lovely fume,
Stitching together old cracks in my heart you made,
and convince me you didn’t.
I would not feel stupid about losing my breath
when I’d hear your voice on the other end,
and I would not give a **** that I’d be ruining years of seperation
because I remembered a wisp sits  on the back porch of my heart
that reminded me of the girl I used to love.