GARDEN PARTY

i remember the breath i took in right when you let out your last; i sat there and thought to myself, it can only go up from here, it can only go down from here. grow up kid. grow up. breathe kid. run. i thought about how beautiful you were, even then. i thought about how you could grip my hand. how could you grip my hand? i thought about you breathing again, almost as if i started breathing faster and faster and faster you would suck it all back in, along with your soul. your soul that i actually wondered if, was hanging above me. god i just want to smell and feel and see and hear you again. i want to crawl inside of you, inside of you- where i began.

—- august 21, 2006