Waiting In Line...

The sky seems so close when you lay down and gaze at it, but you still can't think of where it ends.

You close your eyes and listen to the birds inviting their friends over for dinner, others call back from a distance, you wonder what they're saying.

Life is framed by tragedy but there is so much happiness hidden in simple things.

"I love you tonight" Ten years ago you said those words and you still loved her now.

The pages were frayed at the edges and the paper had turned yellow but your pen still married it perfectly. Something about this calmed you, it always had. You always wrote when you were waiting for her. 

The winter invited itself into your room without a conversation, kissing you gently on the arm. It was as if it knew and was trying to comfort you in anticipation for what you would learn later on. Preparing you for the chill you would feel for the rest of your life.

Audio accompaniment: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqoANESQ4cQ&feature=related

Five Seconds...

This is just a moment in time, step aside and let it happen.

Her movements were slow, a steady breeze over a puddle. She was only ever half there, a wish without a star, my dream without an ending. She never knew I'd remember her forever, I never said a word.

We waited at the bus stop together, the rain falling in sheets. Strangers in the park shared a single umbrella. I knew we'd met by chance. 

The last time we spoke was ordinary, our conversation insignificant. You were wearing a jumper frayed at the edges. I walked you to your car. Your hair fell against my shoulder as we hugged, I meant to tell you, you were beautiful.

You would go home and so would I. A week later I thought about you again, though we weren't in the same place. I stood in a garden-bed staring at your vacant parking space. A stranger offered me shelter from the rain.

Last Sunday you were murdered by someone who didn't know your name. Who didn't know you'd planned to be so much more. 

I thought about you a week later and all the days in-between. The rain fell in sheets.

Nothing's Perfect...

.. Except us.

My past held me softly in place, the echo of the future pushed me on. The path I had walked left heavy gashes in the Earth's skin, some down to the bone. Now I tread lightly, my soft trail a broken whisper. The lights were on in expectance of the night, but darkness never fell. Dream-time cast a shadow over my mind and I slipped carelessly into The Beyond. 

A starless sky swept me into its arms, now the cities were my sky. The yellow glow from office buildings and path lamps, the stars I would wish upon. All the noise of the day had come to an end, the sky held me lower so I could hear the Earth breathing. It barely made a sound.

As everything fell away I realised why I was there, to never know anything and to always hope for more.

 

Youthful Haze...

The night watched over us. We inhaled the same air and blew out a single breath.

When we met he kept his hands in his pockets. Later I found out he was holding pennies, he said it calmed his nerves. Life had us walking in the same circles until he clumsily tripped, now our hearts beat together and our lips met every day more than once. A picture frame on his desk froze us in a youthful haze. We once were strangers.