It was a crisp autumn night. We changed
the course of our history. We lit
up the night with the stars in our eyes.
A thousand ships sailed by. Still. We
did not look away. I tried to drink my
cosmo slow. I tried to not peek at your
hands. But nothing I tried, worked.
I’m drowning in my own flood of words.
Can you still see me or have I faded out?
Hope and hockey hold hands in love and I
think about you. All the fucking time.
You did it. You made me want you when I
didn’t even try. You said nothing about me
was common, and other phrases that kept
me awake. Running to the moon, right before
sunrise. Your words are ingrained like
photos in a wallet. A lost love. Art. Habit.
I should insist more but I like to drive
fast and sing along to your favourite song,
wear your favourite perfume.
But the most impressive part of this book
is how it showed me how to find myself in between
the realms you never looked.
This is the first time I am publishing this poem on my blog. It is from my book of poetry of the same title. Hope you enjoy it.
Working on a new chapbook, to be published by Mad Wolf Publishing.