Week 46 – Into the Windows

Into the Windows

After a while, a body knows.

When even the start is out of reach. 

There are too many what ifs, too many things unsaid.

But this is barely a beginning, not an end.

Curl with me, into the windows. 

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Week 17 – Thoughts on the End of Summer

Thoughts on the End of Summer

The train is strangely empty today.

 

Another work week is gone,

School begins again and the breath of the city changes.

 

Soon, the leaves will turn and a chill will be on the morning air,

Coats will come out of closets and cloudless afternoons on the pier will be memory.

 

Life is beginning to turn again with September.

Week 41 – Into the Sun

Into the Sun

Three years,

Three years and I’ve nearly laid you to rest in my memory.

 

Three years of a book open on my shelf.

 

You are my vines in a field of roses,

My snow in a cold November.

 

I run to you always, but our roads have met and diverged enough I know to tell my feet not to go back, to move forward.

 

We are imperfect people,

But our perfection was always the calm in the chaos.

 

I like to walk away from you, into the sun.