the playground - the baseball field - the dirt, the dust, and the ashes -
you, in my hands, breaking - hands around throats - we were nooses snapping under the weight of all this sadness.
the snow - shining - you - laughing - we were fireworks and the nighttime sky was the canvas we painted our happiness on -
colors and heartbeats - we were fireworks and all our colors were golden.
the scissors with their eyes in mine - the blood - the sharp edge of your words cutting into me -
we were grinning pumpkins catching on fire and burning our hearts down.
3am - i woke up late - we are clocks and we are ticking time bombs and we are about to go off -
my eyes were heavy with dreams and then - waking - missed emails, oh lovely, where did you go? -
gone - love - i love you -
moonlight - sinking into the grand canyon like your teeth digging into my lips -
the first time i told you i loved you i couldn’t breathe -
we were song lyrics and broken poetry begging for a ghost to stay.
highway lines, golden in their time - sunsets and headlights -
catch the trees on fire and they are alight with not a care in the world - the good kind of forgetting -
we are rivers, running from everything that hurts, and we are healing and surviving -
and water is resilient, and we are not separate memories, but the two of us are poetry.