outside my back door a canvas of snow,
its stark beauty blinding
I cry, heart bitten by the
flakes that dance
sweeping, striking, falling hard.
flat on the floor,
Listening to that song, and another
aching for those nights we
longing for a whisper
crushed leaves underfoot
dead wood within the forest
a crack echoes free
A sea of voices roaring, crashing as they speak. I wait for the silence. For the tide to go out. Washing away the debris. The noise in my head. Waiting for the heart beat. To walk with you alone.
Not forgotten. It lives on my lips. In the edge of each thought. Like a paper cuts sting. The carve of your name.
Some nights I miss you. Some nights I don’t care. The moon smiles wide in the darkness. Full of you tonight.
together we walk
wearing our path, each step
the cracks slowly grow
I dial your number. A number I can’t forget. The phone slips through my hands. I hold it close to my face. Mouth dry, eyes stinging. My heart thudding in my throat. Each ring a shock. Each ring a scream. The connection rings, rings, and rings. A corridor of memories unanswered. I let the receiver fall, breathe again. Hard. Hurting. Drowning in you.
In light rain, fingers slip. Skin slides. Contactless. We lose grip. Fall apart.
Cold. Grey. Yet stone eyes crack. Crumble with a tear.