July 25, 2011

Letting Go


If you're out there somewhere, I hope the
wind is blowing and the trees are swaying as the
crickets sing and the sun shines designs on damp pavement.

I hope that you're walking barefoot, if you're out there
somewhere; you'd want to feel the pebbles between your
toes as you balance and dance away the ground.

I hope that wherever you are, if you're there, you
get up early enough to pick basil from your sweet garden
and watch the sunrise cross your face.

If you're out there somewhere, I hope the stars are
shining on your neck and the moonlight carries you across
the sky every night while you conduct a symphony in your veins.

I hope that if you're somewhere, you feel the cool
ocean lap across your feet and hear the waves crash in your
ears; I hope you get a little sea salt in your hair.

I hope that wherever you are, you're looking
at flowers more and looking at lightning the most. I hope
that spring comes after every single winter.

Wherever you are, I hope more than anything that
you know I love you. I hope you know that you're the reason for
everything I do.

I hope you know that while the sun still shines here,
it seems a little duller, but that may just be because you
needed a little piece of the sun to take with you.

The ocean is a little cooler, the sound it makes a little dimmer,
but that's okay because as long as you have a piece
for yourself, I am fine.

Wherever you are, I hope you know I'm okay.
I'm okay.
I choke out the words everyday, but I promise,
I'll be okay.

I hope you are.


I love you, but I have to let go now.

July 10, 2011

#4

Take a crayon and color the faded lines with
soft pastels or black and white because
through these frames the eyes lie no
matter how many times you clean the glass there
is always one smudge left and it's right where you
are trying to look.