In waves of the sea

screaming in my glee

In my mother’s lullaby

as I huddle with a sigh

In breeze from the trees

Lifting hot air balloons

On my shopping spree

Buy something for yourself you say

Two steps behind said you’ll be…always

You were there…and always will be


I hold ~

I hold my phone, the cursor pulsing.

My thoughts come in a stampede, each urgent, ferociously trying to get to you. To be seen, heard, felt, belonged. Of course they’re stupid. None of them make it. They’ve all left their words behind.

And then I type..

And then I fit myself inside a memory of you and close my eyes