Stories, our stories

We lay face to face, cuddled close, my hand on his chest. It felt like his heart was racing. I couldn't tell you if it was wishful thinking, or my heart racing was what I felt, OR maybe the combination of our two very relaxed heartbeats. So I put my cheek to his chest as if listening intently. And then it seems I fell asleep, lying in the warmth of his arms trying intently to hear his heartbeat. Maybe it really was both of our hearts. The optimist is winning this war.

 

Idyllic town

The summer is waning as August fast approaches. The neighbors are coming out to play at night, it seems temperatures are more conducive now. The children laugh, chase, and ride their bikes up and down the street, as if the setting of the sun was calling them out. Summertime hours for the young at heart. 

The house across the street lays vacant, with a for rent sign encouraging new life. All life has ebbs and flows and new beginnings, I would like to imagine the new occupants are a newly married couple just starting out together, excited about the possibilities. With plans to string Christmas lights and munchkins on the way. More kids to frolic with the tiny girls that live next door. 

Listless nights

You try to change them, bury them in your thoughts and hopes. 

Your wishes out weigh their dreams and you cover them with all the lies you can muster. Keep them in their place you say. 

Women are beautiful in their lips that speak the truth, their hips that sing in movements.