Orange city lights frame the dark road ahead
As I speed along the empty highway...

Your silhouette’s outlined in the doorframe,
backlit by the television still flickering...

I’m scared
That my mind is playing tricks on me...

I’m not showered in love like the others
Even when I put my best efforts into you...

The line where land meets the
horizon is loveliest at night...

She was the purple-blue night sky that always felt...
She was the drug I’d always use when I felt too...

Green eyes
Darkly rimmed, mixed with molten amber gold...

You were the very glue that held this
family together, our center of gravity...

Sunlight pours through closed blinds
Casting a row of light beads on my pillow...

Who am I if I do not have the slightest clue?
I question the intentions of my aspirations...

It’s hardly ever cold here
But when it is I’m reminded of home...

An orange glow reflects off the pavement from the...
The faint smell of fresh linen dryer sheets waft...