When I look up at night, all the constellations look like you.

Look into my eyes so you know what it’s like to live a life not knowing what a normal life’s like.

And then there were the ways You watched me
moving back into my cave where the wheels turn,
same wheels that drove You off.

I should have told You
before talking in terms of Forever
that any given day wears me out and works me sour,
that there are nights when the sky is so clear
I stand obnoxious underneath it
begging for the stars to shoot at me
just so I can feel at Home.

What’s left of You now is a shrine
built from the pieces I kept of Your presence,
Your incredible stretch of presence.
It sits in Our room like a sandpiper
cross-legged and crying,
remembering the night we met
and the day You left, and the Light
shifting in between.

Buddy Wakefield


Breathtaking views in Yellowstone National Park.

Fujifilm Instax 210

I said “I love you” when I meant something much more specific, I should have said “Please don’t leave me, I’m afraid to sleep alone.”

Clementine von Radics


The Little Rascals, 20 years later.