Snapshots
There is a ghost that slips beside my shadow,
kissing heels like the leaves stirring on the trees
I found your sock in my bottom drawer-
I’ve counted at least seven now,
these traces of the space you once took up.
I don’t want to remember the butterflies as haunting,
but as expanding-
whatever had happened
is over two years now.
Occasionally the tremors will start again.
A phantom’s grip
trapping me somewhere between grief and anger-
this endless longing
for a hello.
I can only see the foggy snapshots,
lips in which I tried to speak
but got lost in which freckle was supposed to be home.
I promise you,
we were fleeting-
the encounters like loneliness
where we were both
staring in different directions
yet trying to speak the same language.
I think it took me too long,
to realize I can be happy without you.
kissing heels like the leaves stirring on the trees
I found your sock in my bottom drawer-
I’ve counted at least seven now,
these traces of the space you once took up.
I don’t want to remember the butterflies as haunting,
but as expanding-
whatever had happened
is over two years now.
Occasionally the tremors will start again.
A phantom’s grip
trapping me somewhere between grief and anger-
this endless longing
for a hello.
I can only see the foggy snapshots,
lips in which I tried to speak
but got lost in which freckle was supposed to be home.
I promise you,
we were fleeting-
the encounters like loneliness
where we were both
staring in different directions
yet trying to speak the same language.
I think it took me too long,
to realize I can be happy without you.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is an older piece of mine, but it's always been one I'm fond of. It's about a past relationship of mine back in High School that was pretty rocky from start to finish.