a star left to die

i hate seeing dust gather
on all the things you used to touch. 
i hate the empty space
of where you once walked,
where your laughter lived, 
where your touch filled my home
with a warmth that's fading,
like a star left to die.

- m.j.m

all you can see

seattle sunlight in your eyes.
slow shutter speed, so that 
maybe I can stay here forever.

i miss how it was 
in the moments
where the world was ours.

rare pockets where no one else lived.
just a stretch of sand, a pastel sunset at Lake Erie, 

and the seattle sunlight in my eyes.

- m.j.m