San Diego

Happiness locked away between the sheets

of a San Diego that will never exist.

A beautiful sunrise burned into memory

like phantom sand between toes

and phantom fingers threaded through mine.

But sunrise cannot come

in a San Diego that doesn’t exist.

The “I love you” is real,

it is meant for San Diego.

The “I love you” is still here.

You give it freely;


without San Diego it isn’t the same.

I love you too;


without San Diego it isn’t the same.

We left “I love you” in San Diego;


San Diego isn’t real.

I wrote this quite a while ago. I’ve finally had enough time to sit and think about it enough to share it. Hope you enjoyed. I’m challenging myself to write every day. If you have a topic, idea, or any kind of prompt you’d like to see my take on, please let me know as I am always looking for inspiration. Thanks for reading!


One thought on “San Diego

  1. “The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.”

    -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

    …you’ve been prompted.


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