Sunday, July 8, 2012


Something I wrote in literally 15 minutes; an unedited free write session.

I don’t quite know what it was
that pulled me to you, you're kindness
or your fire

That’s where you belonged
in the dry heat
of some Arizona desert

“I’ll meet you in the radiowaves”
you said
like a fool, I believed you

Empty parking lots
melted frozen yogurt
clutched in our hands

Hushed voices in white light
a silhouette
watching in the distance

We talked of better things
living different lives
wishing for anywhere but here

You held my hand
and yet I couldn’t help
but still feel alone

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