School Window 


I stare out the window from the school of innocence.
I see the house that holds the memories of my innocence.
First dance.
First kiss.
And it’s across the street.
In more ways than one.




Shallow Water


We stepped into the warm, shallow pond 
a few feet from the cold, frigid shore.
Hand in hand, guided by our shadows.
Your legs, coated in a milky white layer of suntan lotion.
Making them look like that of a ghost, as your 
little feet melted into the water.
The ghost-like features amplified
by the ghost of what this memory is now.
Trapped in time.
Never able to return to a time
when it was all real. 
At least, that one, small, significant moment
that meant everything. 





Xs and Os


“Put me in Coach. It’s alive.”
I didn’t know what I meant when I said it.
But the coach must have in his own peculiar way.
Because he put me in. And it.
And we both did what had to be done.
To annihilate. To destroy. To resurrect.
And to win.
Shedding our collective demons.
And shining its light toward heaven.
For all who went before us.
And blazing a path for what was to come.