Every. Single. Night.
When the evening creeps. You seem to drift fast asleep. Leaving me alone.
Expired Writing. →
urbanhaiku: ** my other writings **
Second paragraph ; Intro #1
expiredwriting: During long car rides, I would stare down the countless, hypnotically endless rows of orchards. I kept wondering who would be found dead next. Or, more likely, when was it my turn to decide who wouldn’t return from a “meeting”. Those “meetings” meant explaining why or how did the package go missing. Who was responsible?
Mountains in the distance. As a little girl looking to hide. Until I met you.
Unexpected Writings.: Karen. →
expiredwriting: Jameson in her coffee. Single room $35/night. Arguments in the hallway; hopped up on dope. Unable to convey the feelings of abandonment and a love lost to methamphetamines. Taking pills to cope. She sweet talked her doctors into triplicates every 28 days. A tease when it came to sex. She…
A daily surprise. He had brought her paletas. Pineapple flavor.
Look at me longer. Say my name even louder. Please hold me closer.
Unexpected Writings.: 13th Street Serenade. →
expiredwriting: We listened to the wind- The leaves dancing, chanting us into a long Sunday afternoon nap. The Ocean waves crashing against the rocks from a distance. I cannot stand this day to end despite our strong commitment of forever. It was just you and I together; suspended in time. The thick marine…
In the dumpster.
All the memories- You threw them at me like trash- So I threw them out.
I can’t say enough - How much love I have for you. How do I show it?
The truck kicked up dust. We drove down the old dirt road. Just the two of us.
Aluminum heart. Glass from empty bottles cut. She loved him each day.
Her history tattooed- Etched upon her heart: the pain. An unspoken mood.
Expired Writing. →
** the other writings **
The wrong exit on their first "date"
The Coronado Bridge. An insignificant thought. Too nervous to care.
She had helped herself. To everything that was his. With a loving care.
Tijuana lights Glow outside the bedroom. A chance worth taking.
Your Window [I look out while you sleep]
The pale moon hangs low - With the marine layer sneaking - the birds will still sing.
Holding onto you. Listening to you breathe calmly. Nothing without you.
I Still Can't Believe (sometimes)
I would follow you. Trailing behind in traffic. Now in the same car.
Each Night (with you)
Window was open- The cats would serenade us. A calming night breeze.