the makings of a poem.

shadows growing longer,

a worn out set of shoes,

a one-way ticket bought the same day,

the lonely thought of you.

coffee that tastes like soot,

a letter i’ll never send,

a stranger in my arms,

love that never ends.

a walk with no destination,

a tattoo on your wrist,

the mountains through the clouds,

that feeling when we kissed.

a friend that’s half a lover,

a car that barely starts,

one twenty-seven AM,

a grieving pair of hearts.

t.w.