#inanotherlife
Our nights were together when we met
We watched movies when we couldn't sleep
Cloud Atlas was your favorite
We ate pocky as well
Specifically Strawberry
A few times you snuck out to see me
You left the place you were trapped in for me
One of the most memorable moments
Was when I told you it was snowing
You told me that you saw snow all the time
My heart broke
The last night we talk you said you couldn't sleep
I laid with you and fell asleep
Not knowing what I'd wake up to the next morning
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 1:34 PM UTC
She was more pure of heart than she let on.
More beautiful than she believed.
The sun itself would be envious
of the light in her eyes.
She was a lady of many hats,
all of which she wore elegantly.
But there was an emptiness within her
that's gravitational pull was so intense,
not even the heaviest of hearts were safe.
She, with the smirk of a fox.
She speaks my thoughts out loud,
she faces my worst fears,
she wanders like I do...
"Run away with me", her eyes scream.
Her mouth whispers "If only".
Simultaneously giving and taking hope.
It was a tear in the universe,
a glitch in time, a crack in faith.
This was not supposed to be.
Not now.
For her the wedding bells toll.
For I the silence of singularity.
I watched her eyes start to shimmer,
and flood with confirmation.
She caught herself, and smiled.
"We will meet again...someday." She shouted,
as she disappeared into the crowd.
It was time for the father, bride dance.
As she walked away...I thought,
"I am quite possibly watching part of my soul walk away."
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
Fig at my feet,
I fumble
and fret
Imagining worlds where bubbles don’t burst,
Where the sun doesn’t
burn
away
into nothingness.
Where the ghosts of ex lovers haunt their mothers and the emptiness doesn’t weigh heavy on my boots.
In the distance a white rabbit beckons me forward
To a home where you never leave and she never hurts.
A place to sit and trace the rivers flowing across the heart lines in my palm.
My life mapped out before me like reels and reels of ticker tape.
He will love you like no other.
He will hold onto you like the last leaf of fall.
He will kiss you like a wave to a boat, gently and fiercely, all at once.
I swallow the blue pill and wake to craters in my hands, hollowed out by time.
And in them I’m holding not a fig, but a mulberry fruit.
Thisbe and Pyramus’ lament from the gods.
I take a bite, a bitter taste.
Because in another life, I’d be with you.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC