They heard us coming.
We did a
free-fall, but
you caught me
half-way down
in your lens of
purest green.
You make the haunted
woods lighted, and the
ghosts run right away.
You’re a flashlight with a
heartbeat, and I love to
hear you say,
“I love you too, Amanda.”
The Winter moon-
like a dime of ice
in the sky just
for us.
The light is
powder in her
eyes.
The sky is
far from here.
For now.
Where are you darling when my moon is rising
And your sun is shining down
What are you doing are you missing me
The way that I’m missing you now
The river goes on and on
And the sea that divides us
Is a temporary one
And the bridge will bring us back together
What are you doing going down into Soho
As I get my rest tonight
What are you doing are you
Busy with your world
Well I wish you were busy with mine
The river goes on and on
And the sea that divides us
Is a temporary one
And the bridge will bring us back together
The river goes on and on
And the sea that divides us
Is a temporary one
And the bridge will bring us back together
And we all try to blame it on society
But we’re really just blaming ourselves without name.
Things I tend to see daily in the Fall that are red:
- The best Autumn trees
- Papercut blood
- Those stickers that say “Eating animals” and “Without BBQ sauce” people put on STOP signs
- Signs advertising apple-related things that I’m not allowed to have.
- The label of the apple cider I hide from everyone to secretly drink. And then suffer from.
Unfinished Pair.
The city at night-
Feeling in my stomach like
Moths at a lamplight, and
The neon of the signs glow so
Bright against the dark that
Even if you’d been strung like Christmas
I’d still have seen that kiss and
The city would still seem this dark.
I let her borrow wishes,
I can’t have kisses
So it seems.
