Here was true peace. Here she lived away from everything unfamiliar
She read twenty shades of something and ate apples as if they were grapes
He gave her written words on transparent papers. She would sit under the sun to read through them
Accidentally deleting steps out of the way
Forgetting that I’d need them to keep walking further deep into this dialogue of metropolitan subjects
Expecting to govern intelligent compositions
Creating mental spaces to swim in when the daylight dies
These last pictures I have of you are nothing more than a show in a surveillance camera recorder tape;
nothing but a playback..
Coastal photographs of memories
Thousands of miles seem like a text away
Wash away the letters that you wrote on my skin with a black marker
Clean my skin and start fresh with a beautiful vision that you have of me
You once had one.