breath

There's a big space there
a big space where you left
But there's not much room here in my head
thoughts push against one another
like a crammed subway
with equal grunting and moaning
squealing and suffocating air
But there was an emptiness inside my bone cave
that I gathered things and people to fill
life has given me so many blessings
even though I have been wrong so many times
but sometimes the floor gives away and there is a great clamor
as history races towards and floods the present
a resounding truth
that can't be ignored
I have often wondered how I know,
when it was right and I have finally
decided on an answer
it's that when remembered
there is a loss of breath
after such a long passage of time

lost

my family is a family of no names
we are drifting sea-less
I've been accused of being marrow-less
though then I was sure I was whole hearted
but apparently had only half a brain
lately I am just spineless
drunk on self pity
stumbling over what could have been
if

communion

Right now I am eating dried strawberries
at first tart
the sweetness seeps in
but never overpowers
leaving the senses salivating
and always wanting more
the gritty seeds
around the edges give texture
complexity to the soft center
the seeds like golden suns
hardened with orbit
or just tiny vibrant beginnings
the red of summer turned burgundy
The heart shaped and withered flakes
placed on my tongue
a communion of sorts
a remembrance
of the sweet summer