hung up in the departing, the day slides giving way to dark and night. i sit staring out a window–it’s still the afternoon. this dark comes creeping through me in the sun. i may as well be sleeping.
all around me, the shades are drawn.
…in emo-hearts, and emo-lips pressed (as in) prayer.
we are all just waiting.
Beads of sweat collected at the small of her back. His fingertips traced over.
They both knew.
He shifted, trailing skin over skin and between–she moaned. For a moment, there was only breathlessness. He could taste her salt.
Still, they both knew.
and the days longer that we remember. our hearts are faded around the edges. like an old photograph, our eyes are staring at the blur and the indiscernible wondering at the thoughts that pass by or the signs we let go; overused like our imaginations. we were blind to the words that poured through, silently. or the feelings. moments are fragile sometimes.
laying in grass clothed in white, the summer sun erases time.
it felt like so much more.
and we’re up in the early morning reminiscing.
…at least we talk like we always did.
…as i watched. i was alone in the dark.
(i should be sleeping)
through the window, i saw nothing.
even the kitchen light went dark, and my eyes were passing over brick i could not…
…see–i was waiting while my music played.
shining through your hair.
but you’re not here, and i’m miring myself in (the) rain–at least for now.
i’ll find it creeping through the spaces between buildings and cobblestones paved in light like the sun.
…these nights are burning.
…these thoughts come to me in lulls. i swallowed whole what i was thinking. it lingered on my lips for a time, but there was nowhere for it to go in the silence of tapping and crescendos as the day passed by outside in buzzing and voices carrying like ghosts drifting pass a blowing sunset. yet, i was. and i was there. where i had been didn’t matter, like these little moments we find ourselves in, it rarely does. but it was everything. and nothing. just a trick of an imagination indebted to the images of what had come before that was now so far away.
i can’t help myself in thinking…