The Ex

Forced smiles trapped in faded polaroids.

A box marked "memory best forgotten."

Why do I still keep them?

Because they remind me that I am happy now.

Summer Smiles

Hot summer days,
a hotter playground.

An ice cream cone in my hand.

A bump. -Gasp!-

An ice cream cone no more.

Suddenly, a familiar jingle plays.

An ice cream cone in my hand.

Thirst

In a moment of madness I witnessed my funeral. The "mourners" danced and drank; a raging party actually.

Did I want tears instead?

No - I preferred to have a drink.

The Dance Lesson

The speaker crackles. An old record begins to spin.

-Nostalgia?

Perhaps, but when the record plays
-memories flow-
released from the etches of that vinyl disc.

The music starts. A song just as old.

-Shall we dance?

Most certainly. Please follow.
Step, one, two.
Step, three, four.

-Bodies flow-

A wonderful collaboration; youth and age.

Youth

I miss the days when I was free.

Frugal Hope

If only things were as simple as he wished.
If only the thoughts he had came true.

If only the "if" became the "is" and "are" then maybe, just maybe things would finally go his way.

If only he could yell out into the cosmos and hear something in return.

Existence

He wondered if
thinking
about her was enough.
Would his thoughts be enough to
transcend
space and time to reach her heart?

Bitterness

Is there a thing as too sweet?
My rotted core tells me you are.