in your brown eyes

We left our names

beneath the bridge

to make sure the city

never forgot about us.

Now it all plays back

in that haunting way,

sunrise in your brown eyes

and the wind in your hair.

And these days I can’t help but feel

more hopeless than romantic,

sending out a search party

for what’s left of my heart only

to find each piece

with you in its reflection.

That was always me

never wanting love

if it meant losing me and only

wanting it if it would kill me.

But today’s a new day,

I light a cigarette

and watch as the sky

bursts into brilliance.

Once a show for two, empty dreams and memories are all that remain.

written by Isaac Wright | @driftershoots

Shot by Isaac Wright in New York

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