“Cornfield Chase” Interstellar, Hans Zimmer

i will be your ghost.
a specter
of simpler times,
a jinn of the joyful memories
we shared.
i know you will not come back
to these grounds
if you do,
i hope you remember with tender fondness
our talks of a home with a red door,
of walking down the beaches of Mexico,
of seeing the Northern Lights,
of walks in the park,
of dancing in the dark,
of my hands wanting to run
through your hair,
of cooking at midnight,
of holding you close,
of driving to look at Christmas lights,
of studying the Bible together,
of listening to you sing church songs,
of ten minute breaks,
of love-me, love-me nots at the library,
of leftovers and IM’s,
of butterflies and hummingbirds,
of talking for hours on end,
of sunflower kitchen sets,
of raising him,
of teaching him video games
and how to fish and love the trees,
of blue apples,
of healing together,
and of you
and me.

this is my final message
to you.

i love you


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a part of me still longs
for you.
of our calls,
of our walks.
a growing part of me
is becoming disgusted
by you.
by the lies
you told yourself,
the lies
you told to me.
by your cowardice.
that you could look me in the eyes
knowing full well
what was to come.

snakes bed with snakes.



ask yourself
why you
are the perfect match
for someone
who could hurt you
the way they do



something about that name
fills me with something
i have not felt
in a long, long time.




no man is an island
unto himself
but what of the world
that drives him
to one?


Final Shine

i suppose a part of me
still holds on to the dreams
of my youth;
of soaring through the clouds,
crimson cape streaking through the sky.
and it breaks a bit more of me
as the days slip away
to know that there will never be an age
of superheroes
and that this world deserves one
even less.


Inner Mirror

i miss the younger days
where the sun shone a bit brighter
and the wind blew a bit cooler
and my heart weighed
a bit lighter.


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