The paint dries.

I watch the neighbor
cut her grass with scissors
while she sits in her lawn chair.

The chimes blow in the
gentle summer breeze.

The page turns by itself.

I hear the ocean waves
calling out my name
from miles... miles away.

Late is better than never.

The tick of my watch
grows louder,
I notice it
when the silence grows.

The little finch
sits upon the bowl,
crystal water splashing up with his wings.

The sky
a runway of vibrant colors.
orange, gold, red, pink, lavender,
whispy baby blue clouds.

Telephone wires
buzzing above
as I stand barefoot on the
hot pavement
staring hypnotized by the dazzling
vastness of the black space
above
surrounding
enveloping
consuming.

Airplanes fly overhead
blinking green & red lights
peeking out in between the thick clouds.

A nearby train
rattles the old family photographs
hanging on the peeling wallpaper
by 60 year old rusty nails.

Warm December air.

The loose string on the cuff
of my sweater sleeve
unravels as I pull it.

The grass feels cool
in between my toes
as I watch the
grasshopper watch me
watch him.

I feel homesick
even though I am home.

The lemons ripen.

The lake water
quietly lapping.

Catching my breath
my chest tightens
after running down the street.

The chilly autumn wind
brushes across my blushed cheek.
I shiver.
I don't mind
because the view is worth it.

These memories

These places

These overwhelming
feelings

These moments

These seconds

I'd do anything to
experience
once more.

I don't know what
the days ahead
hold.

This wanting

Forth & back.

This needing

While these intangibles last
forever,
I can't help but know
this nostalgic haunting
couldn't.