You Were Never In Love
You’d fall back down to earth and adjust your glance to me. And whatever was there just moments before glazed over. You locked it away.
A Story About How I’m Going To Remember You
You are too close for me to see clearly. But it’s best that way.
Maybe Every So Often You’ll Think Of Me
Our lives captured in single moments. But it told the story of the last four years better than we could.
This Is A Reminder That Memory Is A Choice
Your hair, strands sitting lazily across your face. The smell of the BBQ, blurring the space between us as it becomes part of the summer heat.
In The End, The Hardest Part Was Leaving You
But I’m not there anymore. I left the palms behind.
Have My Best Years Escaped Me?
Perhaps it’s a little premature to be thinking this way. A mid-twenties thinking it’s only going downhill? When the thirties are supposed to be the new twenties? How novel. But then again, not really.