gone with the wind (7/17)

i feel the air against my skin

warm, and soft, like your touch.

the gentle roaming cars pass by

towards the lazy afterglow of the sun.

i feel the air against my skin

slow, but fleeting, like your love.

straining, i can almost hear your voice

as it was on that night-

rhaspy as you tried to hush

to protect the silent stillness.

words you spoke

filled the sky above with stars.

the moons pale glow; lit up in your eyes-

(oh those eyes, i could stare into for hours).

i feel the air against my skin

just a whisper, then it’s past.

it’s gentle wandering makes me long for what

went by too fast.

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7/2/2017 (not even for a second)

i keep checking my phone, hoping to see your name on the screen. i don’t know why; each time i’m only disappointed again.

i keep thinking of you, though i know that i shouldn’t. if even i can’t understand it, than what’s the use in worrying? but

i keep wondering what could happen, if somehow it were true. but then, again, i see you, and i know you wouldn’t do

what it is they say you would, no not even for a second. but do i really know you as well as i think? could you surprise me still, even after all this time? i feel like i’ve been reaching for so long with no response; falling back down to the start each time (and time) again-

but i wouldn’t change it for the world, no not even for a second. no, i wouldn’t give you up (no, not even for a second).