i paid 25 cents to light a little white candle
drowning at the water’s edge
pause here. where the imagined evening searches
(with hands rather than eyes), and
never finds the single question buried there, wanting:
prying at rocks will only muddy the water,
(nothing will lift the secret clean), and
you can lose yourself in that swirl of leaves,
fallen. but still, i swore i still tasted you, silent
(the you that was you), huddled there
behind the lip-gloss & the quiet armor of your words.
- xo. travis.
pause here. where the imagined evening searches
(with hands rather than eyes), and
never finds the single question buried there, wanting:
prying at rocks will only muddy the water,
(nothing will lift the secret clean), and
you can lose yourself in that swirl of leaves,
fallen. but still, i swore i still tasted you, silent
(the you that was you), huddled there
behind the lip-gloss & the quiet armor of your words.
- xo. travis.