Shorts

 

i remember watching her face,
her eyes

i remember shuddering
as i watched
her light
divide

 

 

 

if i could take the looks you gave me
i would grind them down to dust
and scatter them across
my empty sky

 

 

the color of your voice always melted my heart.

 

there was a murmur in the trees as the wind swayed the tops of the pines and the bugs hummed their secrets for ears that weren’t mine.

 

 

 

When I say that I am empty, I hope you understand that I am not always that way,
that I end up empty sometimes because I give it all away.

Do not worry,
it all grows back to be given again.