ondine

standing at the helm of the battleship that led me away from you many days ago, i can feel a breeze slowly cooling the last embers of hopelessness in my heart,
for i can hear you calling to me.
from the water you spring, the birth of venus almighty,
aphrodite rising from the storm.
tempered water, you are ondine.
now everything around me will sing.

tunnel vision

walking slowly in the dark, fumbling through the present blackness between words, between worlds, between windows pained with fragile emotions we don't mean, walking to a better place, walking out.
in time, trying to find where we had been, back then when things got crazy. too crazy for me to stay sane the same.
left with nothing. left to squirm in the shame of it again.
you thought it was only you who could play the game. a game of truth that became a lie.
taming goodbyes.
blaming each other for mistakes we thought were made.
kiss and make up, to start another day.
life.

el drugstore

red, blue, yellow, and gray, dancing into the palette of our one day in colonia, uruguay.
peace by the ocean, we spent our time together walking places and paths we had never been,
feeling an arctic cold on our skin such as never before, never to again.
children playing on sidewalks and then not,
the clammer of pots and pans disappear, their sounds leaving echoes waiting to be heard by the wind.
a place so dead yet full of life, hanging onto its twilight. only to be remembered by two sisters visiting for a moment.