Memories and daydreams
of fortune and success
with raging sunbeams
haunting our very best.
What if we're not meant
to be so grandiose?
But I'm starting to reinvent
what I want the most.
I want photos
of places far away
with memories to share
and change to spare.
I want walks
along the beach
holding your hand
and playing in the sand.
I want you
happy as could be
with someone you love
that fits like a glove.
And in case you didn't guess it,
that's me.
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the ceramics studio full of the kiln, dust and glaze the running home
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how you squeeze me tighter in our hugs or how you don’t answer me
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was it’s the last thing my lense has seen which means it means everyt