You asked how Arizona is this evening.
I responded with composed chaos.
Is this just me?
I wanted to say heartbreaking.
The sky reminds me of you.
I sit on my front porch watching the airplanes take off and land.
I whisper out loud,
“It’s going right over us.”
There’s no one to pretend with me anymore.
A stranger in my own home.
I can’t bring myself to invite anyone inside yet. Other than the one with the soft decline.
Do you think of me?
You’re on my mind more often than I can handle.
Sometimes the weight is so heavy I cannot bear it.
It’s a lot, it’s so much.