I spent a summer, sentimental to that Vanessa Carlton song,the one with the piano, that painted you and I into the night’s stars and made us dance so close that it felt illegal.If I could just see you,I’d stutter and suffer the worst of war flashbacks,because our beloved affair was a battleground,and I shot myself…

Sweet, serene siren on the sapphire shore.I’m in a whirl,so unorderly,because you pull me in without parting your lips. Gorgeous creature in grey slacks and green glasses,the simple grace of grey gardens,and your grey hair,swept softly behind your ear,an array of earrings adorn you,and you shine like the sun,swallowing my soul with every sigh and…

I was trapped in an unusual place, with unusual bedfellows,a land of untrustworthy ghosts and unreliable storytellers,wondering if you would see me,or if you were still insistent on being introspective. You took notes as your glasses wandered down the bridge of your nose,your girlish smile,the one that you’d been wearing for decades,dancing across your face…