to believe in this living is a long way to go
These fields stretch out like patchwork on my grandma's quilt
She used to tell me that life is a series of strange and mysterious things
One minute you think you're up the next you find you're down
Your mind says, girl, you've gotta stick around,
But your heart says, Oh, I'm too weak in the knees
~ Jewel, '1,000 Miles Away'
An anemic breath steals my composure
As your name is brought up
Like a paper cut
A mosquito bite
A hang nail of a memory
Annoying, apparent but minute
Night gives a nostalgic trip to the brain
Drained by love
Of color
Till I was nothing but a dry wisp
Twist of smoke or mist
For a moment, my heart stops
Then the light comes back on
And it passes into the dark
Without another thought.
Joining the train of this steady fall
Of lovers past
Collapsing from fast beginnings
And apathetic ends.
~ spring '08