miss

been so long sometimes I forget the color of your hair

miss the way you meandered through our home

much like those ghosts with tambourines around

their ankles and faraway thoughts in the air

 

been so long sometimes I forget the way you cared

miss the vision of you with gold around your neck

much like those spirits with the sun at their backs

their warmth and faraway peace in their prayers

 

 

 

defiant

slight man with a red beard and mane

kept hollering

“the waves aren’t even that big at all, let’s go!”

she, the color of dark espresso

stood playfully at the shore

her hands gleaming and airy

she let the water splash at her knees

he walked out of the water

she won