Poetry

white jasmine shrub with trippy effect- photo by Tierney Brannigan

Distance

Poetry

Distance makes the mind grow louder,
Makes the heart grow prouder,
Makes my feet a little itchy,
Makes my stare a little bitchy.

Being far away from you
Used to feel kind of good.
You couldn’t touch me, or hear me
As long as I didn’t let you near me.

My space – my name – my life.
My freedom. My fears.
My safety – my body.
My fears.

I fell back in love with you
Just the other day,
It was love – it was drugs
It was our only way.

It’s good to feel close
And it’s good to feel you,
It’s good to be alone
In the room with you.

fuchsia and yellow lantana with trippy effect- photo by Tierney Brannigan

Ear to Ear

Poetry

It’s truly been a while, my dear
Since we saw each other, ear-to-ear
Talking has grown into a chore
Conversations are gray, a sad drudgy bore.

Where did it go?
Was it even there?
Hard to know
When lust keeps you unaware.

Listen- – -Listen! to me
I’ve been screaming for us
Ever since year three

Things really aren’t the same
Like the smell right before the rain
I can tell something new is on the way
Like a budding’ flower waiting on life’s decay

Where will we grow?
Are we even here?
So hard to know
When you’re in your 7th year.