This is the start of my life, she thought

this is the love I’ve been waiting for


He arrived quietly, unexpectedly

She held back, he pulled her in

She built walls, he tore them down

She was full of impossibilities

He promised possibilities

And promised, promised more

Until she believed.


She truly believed.

Each love that came.

But every time they came

they also left

And oh/

They left with another piece

and another.

Until there was nothing

But light traces of dusty wreckage

echoes of past promises

circling inside of her


*Night time randoms.

(e.j., 2014)

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