myinkstainedheart:

Easy to forget those
who you know so little
of, a face is just a face
whose name some days
eludes the tongue

but difficult, so difficult
to forget that who
you’ve known so well,
in their absence
you are reminded (of them)
by things, sound, or smell.

jayarrarr:

Listen:
She thinks you’re beautiful —
you walk slow motion in her mind,
feet scarce breaking tension
like water skins ground.

Listen:
He thinks you’re beautiful —
your eyes the spark that quick makes
bright the sound of silent’s
sordid flare.

Listen:
I think you’re beautiful —
the breath you take that feeds
the kind of solace love takes
when it finds that it can make it
on its own.