Your laugh echoes thru my heart
Like school bells @3pm
My feelings rush for the halls of my mind
Like School children towards their lockers
I open up the memories of where you were
Some are finely folded in the back of a notebook
Others ripped & torn falling from tethered folders
I pick them all up
I keep them all
I leave them all in the places I find them
I scatter none across the ground
I do not rewrite other notes beside or on the flip side of them
They still smell like the fear of rejection
They still feel like the nervousness of a crush
& my God; they stick to my hands like first loves always do
There is nothing to wash away
I have licked, kissed & gently rolled my lips
All over the sweetness of your fleeting presence
It is only sour on the days I yearn for more
On those days music is honey across bitterness
I dance to all of our favorite songs
I smile like warm brown sugar
Each crumble dropping somewhere close to who you really are
Yet I don't see you anywhere near here
I can feel you pretending to feel nothing
About the best feelings you've never had
These memories, these notes; they become books
I rarely drop them but when I do
Some brave soul always seems to want to help me carry them
Despite the back pack full of his own
He doesn't know that I know what happens when his shoulders fail
When carrying mine distracts him from the weight of his own
It is only when I take mine away that he can feel what was there all along
We could all use a little summer vacation in love
A time to put away the notes we've written
Become the words instead
Share them under peach trees
& Palm Trees
& Metro Parks alongside lakes with still waters
Listen to them crackle in bonfires
Drown out the loudness with laughter
Tilt your head back
Taste them on your lips like Half Iced tea Half Lemonade
Hold that left hand in your right, tightly
Inhale the fragrance of a first introduction



Not things