Writing

Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?

We both have short hair,

We could probably measure the inches,

Down to the centimeters, and the millimeters,

And it'd be the same length. 

I was drowning 
The water filled my mouth 
Leaving a taste 
So bitter and sharp 
It stayed forever 

I sit and wait,

Like a dog searching for its human.

Cause for you I will wait, 

Like a dog.

Forever.

Deep in your eyes, 

I could dive into your eyes forever. Spiraling and spiraling forever into the widening gyre, it all feels blurry. Blurry but familiar, like something I knew in a dream or a distant universe.

I saw you today

And it felt like forever. 

Your eyes are like a poet's,

Everything fades when you're around

And I need you to know it.