Middle parts in pea coats 
Roll cigarettes on marble walls,
Shoes screaming money and 
Shadows behind his eyes whispering wistful discontent.
After all, 
What else can one do with magic dust
But smoke it?

I’ll take all 52 polaroids
And arrange them into a semblance of you
That I can recognize
As I shift my heavy heart
Onto broken feet. 
It’s been 52 minutes
And I can’t look at
Your favorite books
Or the paint chipped door to your bedroom
Down the hall
Where your dresser is covered in pictures
And paintings
And snowglobes from every trip to Florida
We’ve ever taken.
I guess I’m sorry it’s hard for me
To visit the place...

I might have drowned my best friend in tears that night on the balcony of her beach house. The stars inched across the sky without our notice for three hours, our words filling the space between them, creating the darkness that was lit by the heavens' few ounces of joy. 

My last tear fell onto my hand as I saw it - no, I didn't see it - it couldn't have been. I'm not that lucky. 

But I did. And...

I fell in love with his laugh first
and then the way his nose turned red
whenever he laughed.
I fell in love with the way his eyes shone
in the mid afternoon sunlight,
sparkling like precious jewels.
Next I fell in love with the structure of his hands,
itching to paint his perfectly filed nails.
I fell in love with the wave of his hair
Chocolate,
like the Colorado River after a summer rain.
I fell in love with...

How could I ever
Gain enough nerve
To look into the sun
When the moon spoke to me
The way he did
With a voice so soft
I can curl up in it
And sleep, blanketed by hope.
It becomes clear to me
Why so many dreamt
Of life up there;
I finally understand,
For, they look at him
The moon,
The brightest spot
During the night
And see the only one
Who has the power
To shine through the...