First and Ninth

Your beauty is stalling my life. My lips ceaselessly hum your name and you’re all I can think about. From afar I can see your hair dancing and wrapping around but you are with someone else. Everyone watches your eye for glances, but they hope to avoid a broken heart in the wake of your seductive movements. I want to leave these four walls but I am afraid. My body is trapped by the anticipation that you still might arrive. From my window I hear our favorite song and watch the streets – bare, empty and long. Through the wind and rain I can smell your gentle presence so I reach for you; but without so much as a hello, you’ve moved on. The tears that begin to fall are hidden in the rain and you’ve selfishly ripped away all the trees to hug for the pain. In the aftermath of this disappointment and with darkness in my shadow, I’m no longer sad that you’ve stolen pieces of my life. I’m merely mad that you’ve left me here in candlelight with water at my feet. I’m upset that before you traveled all this way, you left me paralyzed with the simple knowledge of your existence and you took away all of my power with the sheer mention of your name.

Dedicated to New Yorkers back on the train with all power restored. Hurricane Irene was a large and powerful Atlantic hurricane that left extensive flood and wind damage along its path through the Caribbean, the United States East Coast and as far north as Atlantic Canada in 2011...

Irene left winds, boarded windows and wounded egos...Flatiron Building

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