Third Street Promenade

An empty parking lot in broad daylight

The restlessness of the cityscape, picture perfect

I cast my eyes upon the summer sun

The backdrop of endless traffic is merely whitenoise

Deafening is the knowledge that you are miles away

Guitar strings and twinkling laughter

Locked in a place untouched by the world

The forever soundtrack of our lives

And the inevitable chorus always happens

Right around this familiar summertime

All I've ever known and what I've never found

is the one thing I've been searching for since day one

We seek fleeting solace in strangers with brilliant grins

And the brightest of youthful laughter

But I have still never found what I'm looking for

Midnight coffee and starlit talks define these memories

Alongside the melodic accompaniment of your voice

This is our song across the heartrending distance

And the single question mark of a guitar string

Leaves me ever so breathless—as always

Do you notice? Your melancholy extends across miles

And finds me upon the careless summer air

I cannot help it but feel your loneliness

Yet I've never been one to mind a walk alone

Listening to the city streets as if my own heartbeat

The call of your heart is music; gravity

And I will always be your accidental answer

Uncomplicated as summer should ever be

I am your rhyme—reason—verse—chorus—

All rolled into one unbreakable last refrain  

These avenues tell the story

Of a girl and a boy and a timeless echolalia  

A song on repeat; a forever summer

So I will walk these streets and listen

To the lullaby of a city overflowing with wishes 

The Haiku Series, Vol. 3

Spellbound

Words in black and white

Take me back eleven years

Right back to your side

Once

Strangers at a bus stop

A random act of kindness

We are forever changed

First Sight

Alone in a crowd

Of 30,000 people

He could be the one

Female Intuition

Chaotic inspiration

Reveals the best-kept secret

Sometimes you just know

Nuit Blanche

City streets alight

Radiant with mystery

Of the darkest hour

that summer will always belong to you

This has been a long time coming.

This time last year. Who knew that music would take me back there so easily? I heard that song, and it, combined with these late summer nights, has reminded me just why it all happened in the first place. But this time, I'm not bitter over it.

Because yes, I remember those nights. I remember that one night, and suddenly those memories feel like they were yesterday.  

Every time I listen to Tonight by FM Static, I still want to cry; just like the first time I heard it.

Love Me Like That. This Moment. Prove You Wrong. By Your Side. Crush. Good to You. Because you were so good to me, even though I didn't deserve it.

It was only a summer; fleeting moments; snippets of memory that resurface here and there when that song comes on. But I'm only realizing now that it wasn't a mistake; it was a lesson learned. And I'm just beginning to realize now that I don't regret it. Not anymore. I just might cherish it.

We're exactly where we're supposed to be. But don't think that I forgot about you, because I never will, even though at one point I tried to. And I'm sure you did the same.

I just wanted to say thank you for the memories. 

And finally, finally, finally: I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry.