Tonight I will close my eyes and dream of the three of us nestled beneath a mound of blankets, of floorboards creaking beneath stranger's footfalls, the clapboards and thin glass struggling to keep out the cold, of ancient cobwebs strung across eaves hidden in darkness.
I see the miles of rain-soaked highway that I have traveled. The cracked pavement I have walked. The rocks and trees I have climbed. I can feel the warmth of the sun, remembered. I relive a thousand idle afternoons. I see the smiling faces of those I have loved and who have loved me. I feel their fingers run slowly through my hair and come to rest on my chest.
Tonight I will sleep, immersed in the warmth of memory, alone.
in darkness / hold me close
Friday, February 17, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Valentine's Day, 2012
The hole in the crotch of my jeans grows everyday in direct relation to the total accumulation of dust that sits on each of the fan's blades that hang idly in the air above a couch whose cushions collapse a little more each time I sit on them. And so I sit, marveling at the slow wasting away of everything that surrounds me; degradation and gradual failure. Nothing grows here.
How long will I continue? When do I fray?
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