1.
Do you ever find yourself
just waiting
for things to end?
This river trail is beautiful
but I want it to be over.
2.
Is this
how distance
hurts?
There are bluebells
growing alongside the highways
in Texas
but nobody ever talks about them.
They remind me
of your eyes.
I pick one and press it in-between
the pages of a book.
I wait patiently
for it to die.
It softens over
the hundreds of miles
between us
and so do I.
3.
Is this how closeness
draws out the silence
that lays dormant
inside of you?
Back home,
you’re crying in my bed
at five in the morning.
The light is creeping in
through the blinds.
I watch as tears collect
in the creases
near the corners
of your eyes.
Small and painful
attestations
to the heaviness
of time.