Winter

2016
innocent eyes
and second,
the way his lips purse
crying in his shoulder
my tears only grow worse 

we’re driving in the car
windows down
it was summer then
we’re not free now

tell me, do you still want to run away?
the street light tells us to stay
he knows I like the breeze through my hair
back when life wasn’t so heavy to bear

now I’m screaming for him back
he knows he can’t leave
but the wind is awfully piercing here
tell me it’s causing what’s not so clear

2-18-15

you have a picture in your head;
a feeling in your bones
and you try to soak it all in,
only to allow the perfect words
to flow out of that one moment.

(inhale) life; (exhale) poetry.