11.
The last hurrah.
We hugged and held hands.
Briefly.
You yelled, ‘No, please come!’
But you and I both know that we will never be.
The last hurrah.
We hugged and held hands.
Briefly.
You yelled, ‘No, please come!’
But you and I both know that we will never be.
Sullen faces like slates of grey—
What I’d seen on a walk today.Bodies rushing bodies bolting
Time for life a disregarding.Money to make and to grow old
What about the hands to hold?Deadlines, projects, people to meet
What about our own two feet.Sullen faces like slates of grey…
What I’d see most anyday.”
(Source: observando)
I miss the days when we would flirt a little.
Your text messages that start with ‘Hey’.
You remember that, right?
This honey and almond greek yogurt will be the death of me.
This is my closet.
There are two doors.
One half-opened.
Will you open it for me?
Dreams come. Go, when they’re looked a little deeper.
How do I embrace them when all I want is to be embraced by you?
I wish I have a little or more courage than I am capable of mustering.
What is fear and why do I fear fear?
Inches away, I could hear her breathe.
Drifted back to the woods. Momentarily.
Hands held, as my nose touch upon hers.
I wonder.
Troubled and confused…
Feelings, denied. Never spoken.
Distractions, she said. Let go.
Shall I stay or shall I go?
Doesn’t matter.
I never stick around.