J_Kramer

Waking up to you

grinning down at me

your long, golden hair falling off your shoulders,

I close my eyes

block out your face with my hand

They’re everywhere: 

Stories of growing up and getting old 

And time slipping through a child’s fingers 

Like sand at the beaches of your memories. 

His eyes reminded me of the stars, 

so deep I swear I could see his heart. 

He was full of light, 

I was still trying to fight 

the battle going on in my soul. 

I’m at the ocean again, 

and I feel at home again. 

The salt breeze always reminds me of seaweed, 

green string stitched into blue silk, 

brown tangles piled on the rocks' edge. 

Theres...

Something in the way you say my name.

It's... calling to me.

I can hear you speaking

Let me ask you, do you see me?

You keep saying my name

but does it mean anything?