migration.

life lives
words speak
hearts bleed
leaving summer flesh bruised
with splotches of life cut too short,
and broken window fixes for those
who can't seem to find happiness...
so they steal others

my muscles hurt from too much work
and my veins are swollen from lost friendships
once placed on pedestals of california beginnings

spring brought full hearts,
but summer left one broken
and fast came health which shattered
into tubes of research i tend to sleep in
more often than my bed

true friendships reigned through
insecure others insecurities...
those who bring comfort and ease
with little effort

now,
the summer's blood rushes somewhere silent
while words with meaning disappear into memories

but,
fall is fragile and weak in the knees...
hearts and bodies freeze broken until spring
fills their pockets with new water

tonight,
i sit on this back porch and unravel everything
turning these days into old days,
days worth remembering