I could curl around your voice the way a body does a pillow. Your words are waves of calm tucking me into a sea of blankets.
Fourteen letters, six syllables, two words all committed to paper with pen. Enlisting help from a greater cause, you became better at running and left for a marathon with no end.
The girl with big city dreams fell in love with the hometown hero. And everyone thought they were going to get married.
I tried to wash my hands clean of you,
But the dirt of where I buried your box,
Found the lines of my gnawed fingertips.
It stung them the way your name did,
When it climbed out of my subconscious,
And onto my tongue as I tore through,
Every belonging you ever touched.
They say 2AM is where you find,
The thoughts and people you’ve tried,
To forget through tears and time.
It was 4:31AM when I put your face,
To rest in a place I vowed never to return.
I sat in,
Tears and rain
"Tell me something," she whispers.
My stomach turns to knots.
The small pause becomes an,
Overbearing silence as I stumble,
Over evasive words in my head.
It’s the freckles that the sun paints,
Every day she spends outside.
It’s the way her copper eyes,
Captivate me when she rolls them.
It’s the involuntary blush that,
Creeps up her neck and cheeks.
The way her hair looks when it’s up,
And her Calhoun County on her hand.
It’s the way I stutter every time,
She asks, “Tell me something.”
Because that innocent something,
Is always answered with “You.”
With silent wishes.
What was I doing? Where was I at? Falling to pieces on east campus.
Fleeting and unknown,
Appearing to you,
And no one else.
To keep you warm,
While secrets spill,
From rambling lips.
Who knows every,
History of the beach.
The girl who waited,
On the boardwalk.