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18 Miles

18 miles to go

There, an encampment awaits us

Swarming with men who have differing points of view

It’s the potential setting of my demise

But I don’t really know that

I never do

I just march

Because I’m told

The consequences of not marching far outweighs what is in store for us there

Mile after mile I envision it

My ending

I shouldn’t do so

It just tears my stomach raw

But I can’t help it

I fret for my commrades

Whom I’ve known for mere months

Their existence in my life a meager fraction

Of my total days

Letters written

Painting an auspicious depiction

No need to worry them

Any more than they already are

My one hope

Is that my words of promise

Bestow a surplus of comfort

Shall these be my final 18 miles

Were You Real?

Were you real?

I’m fairly certain you existed

Perhaps you still do


Hours, days, years

They seem never ending

While they happen

But they’re merely a blip

Did they really happen?

To me

Or am I fostering someone’s else’s memories?




Front Seat

You lean

Into me

The dark of night is comforting

We overlook the valley

Like the Hollywood sign

The bustle below is dead silent

The visual akin to millions of lightning bugs

Floating about

The Flamingos on the airwaves

“My love must be a kind of blind love”

“I can’t see anyone but you”

Our arms secure and comfort us

Yours to me

Mine to you

They say actions speak louder than words

Tonight we’ve uttered no words

And said a lot

The Flamingos-I Only Have Eyes For You

On My Pillow

When I put my head on my pillow

The magic starts

I meet people

People far more interesting and kind than in real life



Family and friends

Blemishes in character voided

Debts are nonexistent

Mine and theirs

New loves spellbinding

Some brand new; some recurring

But all miraculous and mythical just the same

I don’t know them but I love them unconditionally

I wake ready to take on the world

For just a mere moment

Until the realization

That it wasn’t real

I plod through the day

I can’t wait to put my head on my pillow tonight



Crashing Waves

Sweet salt smell perforates my senses

The boardwalk


You were the difference that summer

Eight weeks of breathtaking bliss

Your hand in mine

Our lips intertwined


We made a promise

To each other

A commitment

It felt so right

But a commitment under the stars of a teenage summer

Hardly carries the weight of a binding agreement

Such commitments harbor puncture wounds

Fissures that lead directly to heartbreak

For one or both sides

Letters pledging undying and enduring love come rapidly

In the days following those amazing eight weeks

However, written allegiances cannot sustain

They wilt under the increasing cooler temperatures

Death comes quick to such allegiances by first snowfall

All that is left is the empty boardwalk


They know it’s me

It’ll be confirmed soon

Maybe not today

Or tomorrow

Or next week

But I must watch behind me

Had I known of this borrowed time I would have used it more wisely

Bettered myself

Into the person who never would have done this

Now I see the writing on the wall

The fire burns deep in the pit of my innards

Clammy, sweaty hands

An exhausted and overworked mind

What will it look like

When they finally come for me

Alter my fate

All that is left is to tell as many people as possible how much I love them

Thank them for their friendship and endearment

For I am unlikely to see them again