The Drive

Out on the road she felt as if nothing could touch her. The sky, blue ebbing into grey, flowing softly into pastel pink or evening tangerine, stretched along with each mile, loyal and safely constant. As continuous as the ocean, both sky and road could offer her a feeling of shelter she had long forgotten. The one carried her, whether she knew where or not, without closing doors, providing possibilities every which way; the other was the reassurance of an existing world, a life ahead at every edge and endpoint. And so she drove, and drove, and drove until her eyes blurred, until she lost identity and self-awareness, until she was at last one with the rhythm of intuition, each curve and hill part of a physical current, free of thought. Having discovered the void of disillusion, the anguish of heartache, she had fled in search of a space where promises were kept, a flight on wheels.

-LBCH

Break up

I loved you the way the sun loves

Spreading itself in the morning, 

Like kneaded dough,
A languorous morning lover, loving
Without question,
Burning warmer with the seconds,
High and blazed with the hopes of a future
Together, cozy

Like the smell of homemade bread
And wooden cabins. 

    Remember those dreams?
I loved you the way the sun loves, 

Consistently, sometimes
With fury, like a winter
Fire vexed with the responsibility of heat, 

Sometimes
A tired flame. 

I loved you like the sun is
Always there,
During the cool of night when we don't see it,
It ignites the moon.
I loved you 

I loved you 

I loved you 

I love you

Like the sun loves
Too much, sometimes
Unpleasant, sometimes

Unhealthy.
Always there 

-LBCH