Outstretched heart strings
Strummed like a flimsy guitar
So many miles from where you are, I sit
Impatiently and so weighted with anxiety that I fidget like a child
I am, at most, a wild ride that you will recover from
A streak in the sky from a passing plane
The arched white line is proof of something I fear will always remain fleeting
A gash, but the bleeding will stop
And I will be but a vexatious scab
That doesn't even scar
So far from where you are
It is as if I am not even real
Outstretched heartstrings
But no music you can hear or feel
Just the vibration of
A vanishing love
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Late December rain
Cool against my skin
It's a poor substitute for snow
But a whimsical winter portrait
Against the the streetlights when it's all falling down
And it's all falling down
Around me
I jump puddles and take in this city
That almost swallows me entirely
But it feels so good to be touched like this
To feel connected to this city's beating heart
So good to be part of something
There is life again and beauty in an evening
That sparkles with late December rain
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