Writing

Even as we carry the whole world

On our backs, we

Breathe our girlhood through

Whispers and giggles at the lunch table and

Stars brushed across eyelids that have

It started off with two moms, two best friends,
with two young girls with the biggest smiles.
Making handshakes that would last a lifetime,
listening to songs we would sing and dance to,
sharing our laughs and giggles,

The Cat watches the city as veins of smoke rise from chimneys. The moon has drowned the city in that dark ocean known as Night. The street lamps but small stepping stones which lead travellers down forgotten streets. 

It's sand, mud and dirt

but some see the blue beyond

and call it a beach.

She almost forgets.

Summer nights still taste like smoke

and fireflies still dance.

Sitting at a desk

staring into space

scratching your head

I'm sorry it was me you chose

I took away your anchor

and now you're just

Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.