Dusk

Night sky falls into our palms,

a crystal ball of what's to come.

Under the beauty, we possess potential,

capable of reaching all we aspire. 

We are on our way to exactly where 

we want to land.

And my hand will interlock yours

As we descend onto our storybook home.

Our ride

I am often reminded

of all that stands before us.

Loud laughter, warm nights.

Blankets to tuck in, ornaments to hang.

You are flowers waiting on the table,

hot cocoa on a cold night.

You are the reason I can't sleep

when you aren't by my side.

Carry with you these thoughts

as I always keep yours close to me.

I see their smiling faces in the rearview

as you sit in the passenger seat.

Never again

24 hours is almost enough

time to catch your breath,

assess the room,

grab your keys from the floor.

24 hours is enough 

time to remember the route,

map out the area,

shut down the road.

24 hours is more than enough

time to stare at your reflection,

shake your head and say

"Never again."

80

In this city I don't recognize,

a prize sails through the streets

that lie underneath a lonely night.

My eyes have yet to wander

from who stares at me

with big bright eyes.

18 but it feels like 80.

Hard to rest when I'm

wishing you home.

18 but it feels like 80.

This is a first

and I hope it's a last.

Unnatural

We are all the same,

seeking want over need.

A reckless desire to push

through a seemingly endless crowd

without ever a thought to look back

and pick up those we knock down.