When a Memory Finds Me
A memory surfaces without warning, carrying the calm of two bodies resting in the quiet after passion fades. Some feelings return exactly when you need them most, as if they were waiting.
A memory surfaces without warning, carrying the calm of two bodies resting in the quiet after passion fades. Some feelings return exactly when you need them most, as if they were waiting.
His smile gives everything away: the off-color white of his teeth, the widening eyes, the muted logic, all before he says her name.
I chased success, popularity and money when I was young. Then, she stepped into my life like a red rose and those dreams faded like clouds on a sunny day.
Feet eased into the slippery crevices of a reef at noon low tide, saltwater at the waist and a vision cast toward the endless plain where water and sky meet.
Men strut like roosters; women reconstructed to a shifting standard of beauty and I sit among them, a fluorescent bulb in a dense, fabricated room, waiting.
In self-doubt’s coliseum, the battle is never with the world. It’s with the voice inside that says you aren’t ready.
The wedding aisle stretches before you. Family and friends stare at you as a hush hangs in the air. Answer truthfully. Don’t let euphoria blind you in this decision.
By moonlight’s silver hush, your words glow across the glass, and my thoughts drift toward you like tides pulled by a familiar star.
I felt it the moment I walked in: the distortion in the air, a heaviness thick with unhappiness, leaking from the people. Whatever light I carried began to drain.