past + present.

what about black & white makes you seem
so elegant? dressed for practice but standing still & with the same
slow song you've become a character in her movie
she can't stress enough the truth of the plot - we're not ready.
but someday we will beg for improvement, & you'll hear it louder than
sighs from the silence he uses as inspiration.
months have fallen down around fear & a second december is screaming
about night drives & a lack of comfort.
it has to be some sort of experience, growth
soon it'll be obvious, lesson learned.
but when hes sad i cant stand it
as soon as he seems undone i'm convinced i should be involved, but i cant help thinking i'm just in this for the writing.
no no, worse, let's make it worse.
december came & went & nothing changed
a year went by, & nothing changed.
we just passed the third december & she doesn't see him anymore,
it's like a part of her is missing, something she barely recognizes,
but knows she needs.
she needs to be known, not idolized,
not admired from afar.
she needs to be known, to be felt like a wave, like a hurricane
or some other natural disaster.
she is the flood. the fire. the spontaneous combustion of your former values.
love isn't enough.
that's what another year has taught her.

before & after