my breath left my chest that day,when you walked through that door,with strong brows and piercing eyesyou asked me how my day was,I sputtered and spat some wordsmy voice drowned out by my heart,like an old engine missing screwsI almost fell apart,I scrambled to my sensesas you continued talking,your voice, sweet and delicate, rang through…

today today i woke up, and,the sky was a little bit greystrangethere were no clouds, but,let me look again tomorrow camewas there always this much concrete?strangethere used to be more foliagei think i need a break the day after camei’ve lost track of the day, and,it seems the edges of my vision are greyhow strangemaybe…

the rush of flowerson a cool spring daythe sun, blazing with a passionthe trees, the sturdiest of protectorsthe dandelions gently dancing along bellows of laughter fill in the gapsbetween the blades of grassbeing gently stomped flathe’ll never catch me today, if I’m lucky we pass by a creek or two,our feets gliding overminding the cracksin…