As I waddle through the heat
I wish for knees from which to pray
The sun, the progenitor of this fruition
Golden we harvest

The hills whisper an ancient call
I grasp the earth between my fingers
Here the dirt and I are one
I cannot let go of her

The sheaves surrender to the sickle
The soul is sown
The soul is harvested
Ancient mouths rejoice

So darling,
In the moments
You turn around
And catch me staring at you
Wide eyed,
Know that I’m drinking you up.
Carefully filing everything you do in my memory
So I can pull it out
On lonely walks in the park and down the street,
So I can think of you
On cold nights laying in bed.
Because it won’t last,
But I want to remember
Every second.

do you only ever see people in color
when they are gone?

when they have taken all their tints and tones,
leaving you empty,
black and white?

do i have to leave
for you to see me
in all of mine?

Just him and me
in that classroom,
Everyone has disappeared ; i feel no one else here but him
but he sees everyone.
I'm not a third wheel
or even a fourth or fifth,
but I am the dirt on the ground that they ride over.

there’s a melancholy tune
from the shallow end
pulls me in, broken-hearted

like a deer in the headlights,
i stood in awe
encaptivated;

waiting for you to hit me

When I close my eyes tightly,
And I do this nightly,
I can hear your voice.
You speak to me softly,
And I think ungodly,
Now I can feel your presence.
A touch I'll never know,
You already let me go,
Doesn't mean I don't miss you.