Poetry

Maybe you’re still here

Here in the fall breeze

The pink and gray mittens you bought me

Clutched but not worn

You're still here with me

The Ferrero Rocher you gifted me

Time and time again

Sometimes, fall is “Ribs” by Lorde. It’s the Sun creeping through the sky, giving us a reason to cherish the moment. It’s gooey pecan pie dolloped with vanilla ice cream.

The fleeting feeling,

From the green leaves to yellow, within a matter of days.

The fleeting feeling, 

I hate the way he talks

But his voice sends me to laughter

I hate his hair

And yet when he runs his hands

Through it

I get butterflies

I hate the way he is everywhere

But I look for him

I stare at you, taking in all of your beauty now that you’re showing me something different 

It’s cute honestly 

How your cheeks get all red when I speak 

In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.

She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.

I lie down on the ground, looking up towards the eternal, the endless. 

My arm covers my eye, obscuring the natural beauty of man’s creations, 

allowing me to see the wonders 

If I were dreaming,

would the cold and snow still bite my face

in the winter

when I went skiing?

If I were dreaming,

would the heat of June-July-August-now-October-too(?)

Today I am just a man, 
In love with a girl. 

She has eyes that glimmer, 
Like emerald water. 

And she smells sweet, 
Like lemons and fruit. 

She loves eating pomegranate seeds, 

The memories of a past day 
Flood my mind
The way the sky 
Framed the earth 
As for the first time 
They walked together 

As the buildings 
Surrounded by the sky 
And the sun 

This song sounds like spring 
The joy we had 
Sitting in the grass
As it stained your white overalls 
That your mother embroidered 
With purple flowers 
Your favorite color

I can’t sleep 

I’ve been staying up past my time for days 

10 PM  

10:30 PM

Jumps to 11:30 in the blink of an eye