Film for Her

I’ve had some night terrors,

taking bites from your forbidden fruit—

centuries of blaming Eve,

but it was Adam who was her fool.

Nothing could compare to your first real love and first real loss.

New York looks great on you, by the way.

It’s funny, these realizations you experience the older you get

In a world where we have become so obsessed with trying to survive, I hope these words serve as a gentle reminder that it’s okay to simply live.

Funny how nostalgia shows up in different forms the older you get.

You spoke a language that only I could understand; every world tumbling from your lips sounded like beat poetry to my ears.

Maybe you’ll forget about me

and maybe I’m okay with that.

I don’t want to have to wait to see you again.

Slow down on the Jack, my dear

you don’t want to reflect the man

you’ve been running away from.