i was singing along to my favorite song
and thinking about the clouds.
you were playing your old, worn-down guitar
and dreaming of fallen petals
on the decorated streets, lived in
by nameless little kids
who’s imaginations
were fueled by crayola.




you made me feel like the queen
of jean shorts and sneakers
as we ran through time like
lovers in an open field.
we lay in summer grasses, stained green,
and fed each other hopes and dreams.




and for a while it was wind-chime laughter and sunset love,
as our bare feet danced until the twilight came
with its blue-green light and cold, slow breezes
that pulled your hand away from mine.
a summer storm crashed through our unfinished foundations
and left us hanging on nothing but a barbed-wire fence
that cut my wrists and
tied me down.





so now i sit in the middle of nowhere
and search the horizon for a familiar face.
on this cold september night, i stay awake
and think of the day
i will no longer be alone.





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*all words written by me and inspired by these lovely photos.