But I have lots of inspiration to sort through in the next few days, so we'll see what happens :)
Living
“Life is made of leaving
and we're living for the spaces
between goodbyes.”
I said, as we walked
hand in hand down
streets of broken asphalt.
“Life is made of longing
and we're living on the hope
of maybe, someday.”
I said, as we sat
side by side on
a weather worn bench.
“Life is made of loneliness
and we're living between ghosts and graves,
all our loves are yesterdays'.”
I said, as we looked
eye to eye across
wind weary waves.
“Life is made of losing
and we're living with the knowledge
that we'll misplace our favorites.”
I said, as we curled
cheek to cheek in
shabby sheets and old blankets.
“Life is made of illusions
and we're living in the delusion
that dreams come true.”
I said, as we stood
shoulder to shoulder by
a tree of wilting flowers.
