Thin Air...

Water settled in the corner of my eye. The sun shone hot on my face wondering when it would fall.
I could run as far as forever here and still be surrounded by beauty, perhaps it was in my mind.
I stepped sideways between breaths, visible in the cool morning air and knew I could stay here until I died, standing on the banks of this river, near a waterfall that would never say goodbye.

Bearing witness to such raw nature is confronting. In the short term because it takes your breath away and later on because it makes you question everything.

The tear finally fell, my cheek kissed by the cold in the breeze. It wasn't in my mind, everything was right here. I stayed.

Rose blades cut the night in two, the second day felt like the first. Thin air rested in my lungs.

Folds of Tomorrow...

Let me take photos of your life, where each moment is a memory, preserved behind this glass lens.
Disappear with me into the folds of tomorrow, where the blanket that has fallen to your legs is lifted to cover your shoulders.
Taste this sweet air passing over my tongue, flecks of snow falling lightly from a single cloud on a summers day.
Let my shadow keep me company as I wait in our bedroom for your footsteps in the hall.
Where each passing glance is a whisper, old music plays on in my mind.
We decorate our Christmas tree with buttons, as echos in the valley call our name.

I've never had to wait for you to love me.
What a beautiful thing to say.

Two Hearts...

My heart beat fast, my breath was shallow, my mind was full. Memories walked past me, my life like a movie, nothing slowed down.

You hear so much more when you listen, you feel so much more when you're still. 

Why do the birds walk on the path when they can fly? To find things to build their nest.

How are you a stranger to me when we both have life? My heart looks like yours, only our minds are different. 

You're beautiful without even realising it.

The sun plays hide and seek with the Earth, slipping behind a cloud casting us all in shadows. I shiver back to reality, sitting alone on a park bench, your last words a faint whisper.

We Lived Here Once...

Feathers fell in the dark making no sound. You could be anyone here and the rain would never wash you away. The breeze echoed in the silent streets as she recited Bible verses on the train, holding my arm to steady herself when we were jolted.

The comfort of the streets, the pattern of life weaving through the cobbled lanes, creeping through my window and watching me rest. Breath fills my lungs and I have life. My apartment tells me a bedtime story. I fall asleep before night arrives but my eyes wake before day breaks.

My vacant heart waiting for your breath against my lips. Not everything in camouflage is unseen.

A Mistake, Almost Made...

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I lost my mind, I though I saw it the other night crossing the street in midtown, but it wasn’t my mind, it was a fallen star trying to find its way back to the sky. My heart stained my sleeve red and now everyone knows the colour of our love. 

The streets told me a story as I walked to the train, my coat trailed in the snow, my fingerprints left marks in the air as I waved goodbye. Right before I left, New York told me it loved me, I still walked away with its hand on my shoulder. My hair fell from its ribbon tickling my neck, and making me turn around. The flashes of cameras at Grand Central made me feel like a celebrity, the nice kind, then my feet were fixed in place. 

I ran past the clock, up the stairs and out onto 42^nd street, I touched the air with my hands and let the sun, breaking through the clouds kiss my lips. The last autumn leaf fell from a tree and rested in the footprint I'd left walking in, a perfect memory of a mistake, almost made. 

Shadows Fall...

A perfect moment between two strangers. I fell in love twice in a single breath. 

We live in constant shadows. 

Something alive and simple, something most spectacular. Forget the evening, forget your tears and the clouds with their empty promises of rain. Remember the stars, the blur of the flower as it swayed in the breeze, his kiss against your neck. 

Don't fret about tomorrow and the long days that never pass. Something waits around the corner for you. We all go home eventually.

Can We Share A Memory...

Those who don't feel at home never unpack their bags, no matter how long they call a city their base. We first met at an airport, that's where I first saw your face, but that didn't matter anymore because now you're everywhere. 

My favourite place in the world is Grand Central Station, New York, simply because it reminds me of an airport and that reminds me of you. It's filled up with all the emotions of the Earth and all the people in it. Over a million of us pass through there each day but the sounds bouncing off the walls are not of noise, it's not even loud in there. It's something else entirely.

The hush of shuffling feet, reluctant to take a journey. The sound of lips brushing together as two lovers say goodbye. The sound of a long embrace between an old pair, afraid it may be their last. 

A kiss on the forehead, his gentle hands cupping her face. The camera snaps of visitors desperate to catch a moment. 

A glance at a stranger, one second to fall in love.  

The sound of wonder in its windows, ceiling and floor. Echos down the corridors. Minds thinking, will she still be waiting when I return? Should I have held his hand for longer? If I wasn't in a rush would she let me have her number? Would I even ask? 

Is this our last moment?

Soft sobbing, the excitement of going home, a fear that things have changed. 

What do emotions sound like? 

He puts his hands in his pockets, she fixes her handbag to her shoulder. Her hair brushing her neck as she turns back for one last glance. But his head is down. 

They part without saying a word. 

The click of her heels in the distance, a deafening reminder of her beauty in such a quiet place.