The ground was cotton candy soft this winter Flowers will thrive in the long absence of stone fed by our tears So, so alive A splash of fresh paint on our peeling walls.
I would complain in the car and on the ferry It’s storming here, now, too. For twenty years You’d soothe the thunder raging in me Atlas holding the sky up Quieting my fears with stories and make believe The worlds we built with words and impossible dreams bring me back to you.
Now suitcases and drawers loosen their top buttons Photographs make empty meals when spread over the floor Memories, faces A laugh frozen in time A heart running in places beyond where we can follow This year the ground is soft and all we left behind leave us as the fields this spring: fallow.
I loved you the ways oceans love the beach with a mixture of awe and frustration A dance that does not cease Even when I was a trapped fox screaming into the wind Even when I was far from reach You’d wait by the shore for my swells to subside and voices to wash away with the tide and wipe my sand from the toes. As each wave would crash over my mind The same way we’d clash Two lionesses with old bullet wounds But now I am not healing and you don’t string pearls onto my scars You’re not here with me Anymore.
This poem is based on Marjorie, from Taylor Swifts’ album evermore
when we are all that remain here and peridot raindrops have ceased the call when we are all that remain here requiem or love song? the final fall when all that was given to us and peridot raindrops have ceased the call materialism, possessions that mean dust gave way to broken connections when all that was given to us faded flowers go the way of lust we scrambled for mementos too late gave way to broken connections the threads of our fragile fate offered eternity at a cost we scrambled for mementos too late
when starry eyed, unrealized dreams are dead when we are all that remains here offered eternity at a cost when we are all that remains here