I was a snowflake,
The cold made my bones ache.
You were a fire,
Your warmth I desired.

I dreamed it
The air was thick.
Smelt of fresh cut grass and beer.
I kept thinking of how bad my stomach hurt,
And how I missed my dad.
I walked barefoot through the pebbled parking lot
Passed by cars full, and empty of happy families.
The picnic tables to my right
The burning in my stomach
The blurry corn fields to my left
The trees,
The way they danced in the cool summer air
And how I missed my dad
Yet I stood.
Alone again.

-Melanie Munoz

I twiddled my thumbs and held my breath
As I waited for your sweet voice to call my name.
I ached for your warmth just being there, laying there, sitting there.
I listened to music you loved hoping the melodies
would connect our souls.
I smoked to see if the fumes would sway for me
The way they swayed for you.
Your silence was deafening
It burned holes in my conscience
I filled it with messages and songs you left me with.
The pain you left me with.
                        
                                              -Melanie Munoz

I found a letter you wrote
when you were thirteen
and it doesn't bleed right
it barely reads right.
In youth there was fear
and lightning and violence
and sure maybe you weren't
complete but you were whole.
An island on which only you
could stand.
You could look into the distance
but you couldn't see forever
and maybe it scared you
but it didn't really matter.
You didn't deserve forever, anyway.
I read the letter and didn't
see you anymore.
Time and tide have long since
had their effect.
The island has gone
the violence
the silence
the fear
they've gone, too.
I look out into the distance
and I can see forever
but this letter,
these scared pages,
they aren't me
and by that, I mean you.