Aftermath

No matter the distance, the miles of

fights and broken screams

There’s always a moment when we figure out

what it all means.

Laying here inside your love

hearing your heart beat free,

the melody inside your soul

brings me back to “I Believe.”

The Real Beauty is Reality

Publicity perfection,

posed for the rest of the world.

Measured light, cropped and spun – 

every shot is meant to stun. 

Symbols of us used as props – 

a promise around your neck, 

our book in leather, held tight – 

no other signs could burn so bright.

But the best pictures of you 

are out of focus, over-exposed – 

memories meant just for me… 

the part of you the world doesn’t see.