Glaciers

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Heartbreak

crumbles like glaciers in pieces

proving climate change

to non believers.

Piercing shards of ice- cold

frigid

emotion

unfixed puzzle pieces

falling.

She lied, rather omitted the truth

it should have been acknowledged-

Who am I to demand transparency

its been years since we were intertwined.

I think I’m important, yes- ego.

Aren’t we all vulnerable and use it as a

warm blanket to hide the truth?

It covers me from the elements

so I wont feel.

Eyes

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Eyes.

Dark. Maybe black.

Too black to see the white that surrounds them.

Spanish eyes.

South American.

Peruvian. Chilean.

Either way, I’m sure she speak Spanish in her home.

A conversational Spanglish of sorts.

She never shows a smile.

Maybe a flirting grimace. An awkward, “Hello, How are you?”

“Good. See you later.”

Same time tomorrow.

That’s what I know.

I anticipate.

Like a pearl diver,

reaching to the surface for air, then I dive down immediately.

An awkward hello as a reason to breathe.

As if life isn’t reason enough.

I have to breathe again soon,

But I dive deeper this time,

and I don’t know when that next breath will come.

I

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Everything was new,

From the smell in the air, and the tall buildings,

I felt overwhelmed and you didn’t help.

You were supposed to be my rock

Instead you were a dictator.

“Listen to what I’m tellin’ you boy, “you would reiterate.

“I’m tellin’ you this for your own good!”

But you failed to understand that underneath this tough exterior

Was a scared, shy, twelve-year old, who just wanted his mommy.

You never took the time to understand me.

A guide, that source of light,

I needed direction from birth.

Instead, I settled for holidays and phone calls

And my grandmother, aunts, and uncles

Making up for the time I should have been spending with you.

Now, I’m here.

Different street names, new faces and school, how do get home?

The thought of home… where she knows my favorite foods;

where she took care of me when I broke my wrist,

I was ten.

She watched me ride my bike

And took off my training wheels when I

Graduated and became a “big boy.”

What do you remember?