you promised me sky never
falls, only shifts, so i follow
threads looking for you. real
boy, real. real. you promised
me ocean waves never cease,
so i search foam for fingers,
fog for faces, where did you
go if not into the pink, where
one day i’ll roll over and find
you laughing and calling my
name, real boy. real. real.
*82/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
Mystery skies
Nothing like the sunset to make you feel all kinds of things.
Very nice.
good again! I think I know of whom you write…
And you would be right. This one will probably go into the book.
The poem is almost a melancholic ballad.
You could say that about most of my poems, I think. I’ve been in a very melancholic place lately, but today I’m feeling like maybe things are shifting.