Both of us lost

Words comewhen the winds comeand trace their fingertipsup and down your skin when the spell of drygets quenched by the gulp of your tap waterwhen words form and dont say a thingbut those feelings spun by the heart etch themselves in writing amid the desolate desert of lifewhere no flowers thrivewhere there’s no rainbut the

Tonight

Tonight, the streets were empty and the lights were too dim and I was feeling that same type of feeling; unknowingly alone and negligibly desperate but I didn’t need a man so much to save me to bring life back into me; give me purpose, make me feel alive. It felt like walking alone in

End of blossom season

Catch me at the end of my blossom season. I’m still young, still viable, still lovable, take me Completely Before I turn too shrewd, too dry, to dust