This is what I miss… not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen.
It’s amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface.
Tears are curious things, for like earthquakes or puppet shows, they can occur at any time, without any warning and without any good reason.
Don’t you dare
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow.
You are a Sunday porch I could do nothing on
and feel like everything was happening.
Nostalgia is a
that insists things
than they seemed.