Writing

Soft pink

mixed with the blue of today

a magenta now

you can see the swirls and streaks of the colors in the sky

warm and cool

the sharp, sincere orange flashes across the horizon

mixing

merging

You are all that I think about

Every day, every hour, every minute 

I can't get you out of my mind

You even show up in my dreams now

How will I ever move on when you are all that I think about

He flew into my life on a Tuesday. 

All feathers, no job. 

Smelled like breadcrumbs and bad decisions. 

He coo’d at me like I was the last French fry in a drive-thru bag. 

And I believed him. 

I’m tired.

Not “need-a-nap” tired.

Not “school-was-long” tired.

I’m tired in a way that reaches all the way down to my ribs.

I don’t sleep much anymore.

I stay up listening.

Not for music.

I'm stuck

Stuck in place

Stuck in time

I'm stuck in the memories of us

Will I ever be unstuck?

Probably not

I'm stuck missing you from afar

Will i ever move on?

No

I'm stuck

I miss you

Your contagious laugh

Your beautiful smile 

Your eyes that I could stare into forever

I miss you

Your arms and how warm and safe I felt in them

Your voice 

Your hugs and kisses