Posts Tagged ‘her’

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Fictions

January 11, 2012

Homesick for a place

in a story, a moment

that has never quite

come together, a life

that is always months

or years away, but feels

more real than yesterdays

that unfurl behind me

with a sterile sameness

that threatens to swallow

those moments of joy

and beauty I try so hard

to find somewhere besides

your smile.

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War Wounds

November 4, 2011

I don’t know when it was

you got so far under my skin,

running through my veins

’til I bleed your favorite color,

and see you reflected

back behind my eyes.

 

I’ve tried running and hiding,

but I just can’t pull away

with the smell of your skin

burned into my mind.

 

So here I am again,

singing that sad refrain

of what might have been,

because time may dull,

but healing hasn’t come.

 

And still I’d do it all again,

even knowing how it ends,

because I just can’t imagine

myself any other way.

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Hiding

August 30, 2011

Locked away

between open skies

and parched, cracked ground,

desert home a comforting lie,

a crumbling refuge from her.

But day follows day

and it gets harder to rise,

to fight back the sound

of breaking ties,

loosing what we were

even in memory.

 

 

 

 

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Still Friends

October 25, 2010

It’s one of those nights
where your smile melts
any bitterness, any doubt,
leaves me filled with longing,
craving nights from before,
under stars and textured ceilings,
the comfort of your laugh,
your lips, and it takes all my will,
every shred of self-control,
to drop you off at home
with a friendly goodnight
and a lonely drive home.

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Light House

August 28, 2010

Distant light
offering warning,
danger’s easily missed
beneath calm exterior,
signaling home
just beyond rocks,
if I can just navigate
final stretch
between here
and her.

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Maps on His Hands

June 6, 2010

She remembers the scars,
a map of his work,
places he had been,
stubborn cupboard doors
that swallowed a long
weekend.
She draw charts
based on her memories,
hoping to find him
amidst his past,
as the future
looks like nothing
but storms.

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Questions

April 22, 2010

Do you know
my heart still skips
when I see your face?
Do you know
the hole I feel
where you used to be?
Do you know
I’m waiting still
for you to make things right?
Even though
you’re happy now
I’m still chasing your ghost.