Lighthouse RailingI am more a storyteller and less a narrator.Lighthouse Railing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unfolding the map of you, I spread it across my floorboards.
The polaroid corners are worn and no longer sharp.
Its colors have faded and bled to the borders.
What is an edge, but an entrance to somewhere we'd rather be.
I'm tracing our backroad route,
Remembering the speed limit I gave you to break.
My thumb falters around each curve.
Post card worthy pictures flash-flood my memory.
Regret seeps in through my fingertips.
I hear it fluttering in my tendons.
You're watching me and you know I know that.
Happiness is a place between You and Then and I can't get there from here.