The embrace

We sat on the front porch with our feet dangling over the steps.
The sun was going down and the sky nearly wept.
Your arm brushed against mine, suddenly our fingers intertwined.
One hand combed through my hair, while the other rested on my cheek.
Your lips inched closer and took me by surprise.
When they pressed against mine, it was absolutely divine.
The scale tipped as our breath caught within our chests.
We sat there for hours in awe of one another.

Picture

In a picture I can see every crevice of your face.

The hue of your eyes, even the partial dimple on your chin.

In a picture I can see your hair, the curls that spring.

The smile you made, forever imprinted on my mind.

A picture holds a thousand pixels to pass on for years to come.

I wish I had one to hold on to, minus the feeling of longing buried deep inside of me still throbbing.

I can’t escape the regret—it follows me even while I dream.

If there was a drug that could turn back time I would have been more carefree.

I would have kept it simple.

I fought too long and I loved too deep.

I never saw the headlights coming.

I never knew I was drowning.

If I had a picture I would cherish it.

I would remember your face and cherish it harder.