the ghost of you
follows me around
like a stray dog
I once fed
But I know you will run if I hold out a hand to you
sometimes being loved
is the scariest thing
the freeze and the flame
the empty pain
it doesn't go away
a heavy coat
lightness gone away
maybe
it's not a tragedy
that the roses came with thorns
maybe
it's a miracle
that flowers grew from pain
🥀🥀
out of the gray,
snow
softly, softly
Ghost.
not even a whisper
I thought the earth moved when we touched
but you didn't feel a thing
not even a glimmer
I choke down words I want to say
I can't send anymore words
they sit in an empty room
dark, the door locked
you must really hate me
for trying to love you
I want to believe
that i planted seeds in you -
scatterings of light in the dark underground
I want to believe
that tendrils are pushing through the earth
that when they meet the sun
a garden will appear
you're in the wind
and I'm in the ground
you're the moon
and I'm the howl
something made me think of you
just something small
a photo I saw
I wish I could send it
but I'm not brave enough anymore
I remember too well
the silence
words can be weapons
but so can the lack of them
you were made of stone
and I,
of the softest skin
I tried to hold you
but it was cold, and hard
my tears a rain
you would not feel
I lie here waiting
for the boomerang
for my love
to come back
bombs bursting
bombs booming
bombs dropping
bombs in the sky
why
An open flower is vulnerable,
but a closed bud is desolate.
Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac
my bones feel
a summer storm coming
my skeleton
an inadequate shelter
for my heart
I would never hurt someone due to their political views, but I don't want anything to do with MAGAs. I don't want to talk to them. I don't want to try to find common ground. If I have to interact with them, I will be respectful and keep it as brief as possible, but I will not talk politics.
back porch
sound of rain
every drop
a question
Cottonwood snowfall
in May
I feel cold in the sunshine
they've all gone away
floating on the wind
where I can't follow
every day a new horror
on the newsfeed
it surprises me
when walking,
that the rain still smells
the same
you couldn't say
you loved me
but you used to take my hand in yours before we went to sleep,
and softly kiss it
April
magnolia buds
but my bones are cold
it's the small things that undo me
an older couple holding hands
while walking
I saw a robin in the Walgreens parking lot
in the small strip of grass between concrete and rushing cars
I long for
a quiet forest
I have loved many men
but
never like this
my softness still curling
against the impenetrable wall of your chest
winter is over
the calendar says
but even the sun
cannot thaw
this cold wasteland
wind blows as cold
as the barren fields between us
I hope you can feel the sunlight on your back
as you run
high winds
dust from barren fields
gray sky
I keep walking
never finding you
I saw a sign on a box car
I follow your tracks
they lead into the forest
I am a doe,
gently leading
I Hate It Here by Taylor Swift
deep in the earth
in the cold and dark
the seed forgets
what she will become
late winter snow
floats and melts
my dog and I walk
there is still softness
in this world
