Time

Time, it was all I had and I didn't know what to do with it.

You see I spent most of my life comparing myself to others, deciding on what I could and what I couldn't do as the sand ran through my fist like an hour glass.

E.Y

Who were you?

Right there, across the street from where I'm standing now is where you were patiently waiting for me 3 months ago.

Your cheekbones highlighted by the streetlight, my attention was drawn to your wavy hair, flying in every direction. Your Sebago shoes, Chino pants and your grandpas old blazer made you smell like an old man, giving you that extra maturity every now and then.

You balanced me gently between my tantrums and my thrills. Always resting your cheek on your hand when I wandered off topics during feverish conversations, needing to be reminded of what we really were talking about.

The cold December wind slaps me in the face as I awake from these thoughts and remember the site of you.

You...Was there really a you?

E.Y

Sober

It's funny how everything is out of order but you're still sober. Like the last leaf hanging on a tree, on a cold winters day.

E.Y

The Carousel

There'a an image of a magnificent carousel in my mind with fascinating figures and incandescent lighting, which is repeatedly disturbed by a scratch in the organ music in the background.

Each time I see my own reflection in the moving glass mirrors, I feel weakened and fail to get hold of the brass rings on the horses.

I wouldn't mind missing it at all really. If only they would stop smiling; the kids and the lovers on the chariots, holding hands.

E.Y.

Surprise me.

Surprise me.
Don't call me, don't text me. Take the risk and show up at my doorstep when I least expect it. Surprise me in my baggy clothes and without my makeup.
Make me eat my own words about you never being spontaneous and courageous.
Pass your shame over to me so that gratitude will crush my pride and may you be the mature one in the end.

E.Y

It scared me that we were growing up. Not because of the aging skin lines or the dog race we were in, chasing the bunny, but because of the discontent resonance that had sneakingly leaked amongst us recently.
We had stopped taking pictures. Recent stories were not worth documenting and whenever we needed a good laugh, we pitched a story from the past.

E.Y.