14:44 PM

14:44 PM

taking the time to be still
still takes a little pull
when i’m trying to find space
to place peace,
a perfect quiet, a promise kept
simple melodies and measured breath

you are something quiet, something strange
crawling forward, calling me dearly.

and i don’t know if i’m any good at this, but i’m trying.
looking for answers in the attics, something sensible, but then
by the time the dust clears, i start to shake it up again.

erasing my place amongst the space between my friends
there’s clover in the backyard and vodka in the freezer
we’ll head to the hills hand in hand once again.

it’s not often that these things balance out
and i’m finding faith in the details, in the awkward qualities about you
making it work because we’ve done it before
i know your angles, i know your secrets,
i know every inch of you and what’s more
i love you breathlessly.

taking the time to be still
still aches, still takes a little pull
still makes me wonder if
i am what i meant to be
what i am becoming.