The stars
and
the thruway
and
the darkness that surrounds otherwise
remind me of our wonderful once.
A one time
that
I had with you
that
was defined by the ecstasy of nostalgia,
holding you when we both knew you didn't need to be held.
Our eyes wandered
but
our fingers brushed and stayed
but
our fingers still fell to their own sides
later in the night, and the moment was only the moment.
Here I am
- Some kinda four 'o' clock tragedy
- New York, NY, United States
- I am a writer. I believe all engaging writing is a precious balance between aural and visual aesthetic, emotional and intellectual depth. I am an "intense" young man, and I've yet to find someone willing to contest that claim. I am not rated G, nor is my writing. "Abandon hope, all ye who enter."