lavender canteloupes

I was just royally fucked over by one of my best friends. Life is shit.

…and them you look around to find that you are completely and horribly alone.

It is grey here, the light barely stretching through the

Blanket of clouds but burning my eyes and

The wind tugs my hair and runs along my tights and

A painful caress, a kiss that did chap

My lips, burning red, swollen and numb and the grass

Deep grey too, but a different kind

Like the life of the green still wants to push through

But it is overcome by the death that it holds

It succumbs to the wind, to the humid March air

And in my mothers eyes I see the sun, see the light

And the sun hits his hair hits his

Skin hits his nose lights him up from behind he’s my muse and he

Glows as he stands, losing the people he loves

And the smell of his hair the Pantene shampoo

The musk and the amber, the sweet and the bite of his

Scent that he holds a token a treasure

That we can behold but not fully remember

And the duffel the duffel dragged out of the dark of the trunk

Now in the grey, in the sun

And it holds everything that he will take as he goes

And the pavement it glows, radiates tiny beams

Of silver light and it shows

The mystery of the texture below as my shoes scrape

A sandpaper throne on which we find

Ourselves and the mist clings to the light as if hoping to find

Hope in the dark and light in the day but it’s gone

Car doors slamming pull me away from here take me anywhere

Else I swear the light will shine there

Droplets of mist on every strand of her brown

Hair that she tucks behind her ear

And the flag oh I stare at the symbol of love

It is the reason why

And I whisper the pledge like I would if today was just another

Monday dawn.