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Tuesday, June 19
After a rain it is very green where we live
The reds and greens become saturated and the pale blue sky gives way
Things are different when you wear that dress
The white one that you slip into an hour before we leave
I stand near you on cement steps while you sit on the porch swing
Smoking another cigarette and thinking of something commonplace
I imagine
I look across the way into the trees and think of darker times
The days when I was less vulnerable and less trusting
Surrounding myself with ambitious friends with
Little clarity of purpose and too little kindness
We were very small people in very big shoes
These days I drink milk and you drink coffee
Because something changed, and for every liquid moment of love and kindness
The taste of saccharine still lingers in the air, too sweet
Commonplace thoughts amid the persistence of these calming silences
The reds and greens become saturated and the pale blue sky gives way
Things are different when you wear that dress
The white one that you slip into an hour before we leave
I stand near you on cement steps while you sit on the porch swing
Smoking another cigarette and thinking of something commonplace
I imagine
I look across the way into the trees and think of darker times
The days when I was less vulnerable and less trusting
Surrounding myself with ambitious friends with
Little clarity of purpose and too little kindness
We were very small people in very big shoes
These days I drink milk and you drink coffee
Because something changed, and for every liquid moment of love and kindness
The taste of saccharine still lingers in the air, too sweet
Commonplace thoughts amid the persistence of these calming silences
