She left the room,

Maybe forever.

But her shadow stayed,

Faint but there.

I felt the presence,

But it was never enough.

Something in me just held on,  

If not her at least the last glimpse I had.



I wished it was all a dream,

I wish I would wake up.

She left me alone,

But her shadow was always loyal.

Seashells so pretty
Blue ocean that calls to me
Beneath shadows dream

I


Careered  


            Along


                    The


                       Narrow


                               Roads


                                        I

              ­                            Never


                                           Considered

                          What


                                          I’m  


                                   Doing


                                              I

                                                   Just


                                                Considered

                                The


                         ­     Inertia


                               Of


                              The


                        ­      FALL




Inspired song

Free Falling
By Tom Petty 1989

I see that girl every day on the street,

Always laughing and jumping on the beats.

But no one knows what lies behind,

That smile that never reaches her eyes.  



She wishes one day someone asks,

How she is, instead of their burden of daily tasks.  

That smile behind that mask,

Wait, that's not a smile I see.

Maybe the smile was always a task,

But no one cared what was underneath.  

Maybe because the girl was me.

size zero jeans
flesh colored seams
plastic containers labeled Maybelline.
if beauty is what’s seen,
and so will i be,
a prisoner, shackled
to the glamour economy.

im tempted --
to dial your number,
to send that text,
to drive to yours,
to run into your arms.

im tempted.
because i miss you.
i miss your warmth,
your scent --
that cold vanilla
and lavender scent
that was yours,
and only yours.

but most of all
im tempted
to just cry.
crying over you
sounds like a waste of tears.
but it'll just 
have to do.
because for now,
its all i have.
and you're not here.

...and i don't think
you'll be coming
back.

some will draw lines in the sand
few will chisel out craters
many a line of chalk

and when the rest come
going about their day
They will have soil slipping out of their pockets
And rain following their wake

to pretend like nothing was there, anyways