The shape of love is a funny thing.
Sometimes it’s car doors and raised voices or explosive seconds dragging into minutes.
It can be square like steps paced around the room or the set of your shoulders backlit by old headlights.
Sometimes it’s a circle, the ember at the end of your cigarette glowing a steady red.
It can scatter, dandelion seeds escaping on the wind.
Sometimes it’s no shape at all, a blur existing only in our inner eye, a memory we try to understand.
Sometimes it’s long with strides at a gallop as it slides away.
It can fade, short days into the longest nights and remerge, clouds parting for light.
Sometimes it’s grainy, dirt under your nails and a mouth full of mud, or sinister like a pistol at your back.
It can be oblong, a pill too big to swallow, or slow flowing murky water.
I’m not sure the shape of this love but it hurts nonetheless.
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Sunday Photo Fiction
It’s a rising undercurrent
A love that settles in the sand Clear and understated Bound by your hand
It’s strange how things work between us. Like some weird magnetic freaks, we’re drawn to one another.
I’m not sure we ever had a choice. We’ve come together and apart more times than I can count.
It’s that connection that pulls me across the room, a cartoon scent hooking me and reeling me in. The atmosphere between us thickens. The sparks must be palpable.
For a second our eyes lock and the buzz of conversation falls away. This is the moment, over and over again, prefacing every story we have.
Reading my mind it seems, you pull me closer.
Word Count: 99 For Carrot Ranch flash fiction challenge
The moon and stars
From where you are
They gave me one wish.
I didn’t have to think at all.
I leaned in to the candles and blew
Sending my wish flying
Out the window
Into the sky
Where I have no doubt
It tumbled to the ground
Landing at your feet
As no more than a whisper
For you to care
It nestled into you
Carving space in your soul
A silent uprising
An unsettled toll
Still you moved on
Unswayed by the thought
And in my dreams
I miss you is too simple
For the way my heart needs yours
I love you Ok Bye Until one day The ignition doesn’t turn over And we’re all dead on arrival. Hi … Ok … Wait, you never said … Bye
We travel these paths, burdened with purpose and prose, in hopes that we’ll not long travel alone.
In your eyes I find a spirit, a soul, a beacon that flashes through the darkness of my night.
A thousand words I know but not one that can express the way my soul reaches for yours.
Are our arms enough, will we be able to reach, when our spirits entangle across this space?
In my bones I ache, every inch of my being screams to stay, rattling my steps as I back away.
Because we’re just people, different, incomplete and the sum of our moments is lost on me.
Originally posted Nov 5, 2017
You asked me how I knew
But I can’t answer you
This life has always torn us apart
Pictures, songs, art
The ebb and flow of loves tide
One beautiful memory at a time
You’re so close, yet so far
What my heart would give To finally feel at home
And a picture that might not make much sense here