Google photos can be such a bitch... Highlighting memories I never even missed. Those pictures from 2018 can kindly fuck off... But honestly it's my fault for not deleting the lot.
Hands
Those hands exist as delicate etchings scribed deep inside my mind... And none like yours I'm sure to ever find.
Conductor
If you controlled the train and I laid down on the tracks... Would you reach for the brakes? Or just sit back and relax?
Sand
Summer 2021
Devil’s Lake, WI. Picture taken by me 7/21.
Drowning
If I close my eyes and hold my breath,
I can imagine myself back besides you.
Within that moment I’m back
floating in your scent,
drowning in your touch,
and backstroking in your presence.
But as soon as I relax
and try to take a breath,
I’m sucked back into the present…
Once again left gasping for air.
Ritual
You have become my mind's daily ritual. My silent reminder and sobering remembrance of everything I did.
Steps
Picture taken by me 6/21
AO Poetry 
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