A Little About You

#writing

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I feel hopeful today.  Like everything I ever wanted is merely 1 implementation away from being achieved. Trouble is, that that implementation is floundering on the tip of my tongue, that it's rattling in the back of mind, it's a fading image from a dream after waking, that it's just out of reach of reality but it still makes my new life feel hopeful and close with its faint taste and fleeting scent. *

Walking alone in the dark and cold I found a stream I wanted to call you just to let you listen for a while. *

I knew you for only 2 months this summer but every time I see a woman flick that mute switch on the side of her iphone I salivate like a helpless dog of science *

the most peaceful times close to the end were the smoke breaks outside the hospital what were a pair of shrivelled lungs compared to a heart that would explode? *

your love was rough and wild untamed and unrestrained when you said you were the ocean I ignored the rocks and cliffs visible off to the side *

she believed she was a fairy and when your love became too real she was on the next dragonfly out of town

she doesn't remember you and it breaks your heart because that night in that stairwell at that party you planned each others lives but the plans were lofty and the drug too dense *

Your hands were soft that's what I remember you ran them through my hair my beard you were gentle and slow reading the grooves and grains committing it all to memory I never felt your skin on my skin but I remember you felt             soft *

you were 20 minutes late you were 40 minutes late I waited an hour and when you showed your hug turned back time *

does the jungle remember every rain storm or does it just anticipate the next one? *