I cried in her lap,
her untamed blonde hair dangling in my face.
I cried about a girl back home,
a girl who didn’t want me,
as she gently wiped my tears.
I never looked up,
never noticed her gaze.
Not even when she said goodbye that night,
watched me crumble blindly away.
I remember her gaze years later,
though,
in the shadow of dreams I forget.
Wonder where my tears that night went,
wonder how many chances I’ve spent.
You left without a sound,floating, snout down, in the pool.You weren’t in your eyes anymore,all I found in them was me. Sliced my eyes with memories,so I didn’t see you slip underneath,alone,looking for me. I miss the excitement in your eyes,whenever they found me.They always did, for seventeen years,until one quiet afternoon,when mine didn’t find…
I used to gaze at the stars,scattered across crystal dark mountain skies.I used to wonder. The wounds metastasized,into inescapable mirrors. I can’t tell who I am anymore. So I try to capture stars,like fireflies,on a childhood summer night.