L.A. and You (2024)

I’m writing to you

From the heart of L.A.

Because my healing process just isn’t going the way

I imagined.

I’m having trouble, you see,

With shedding this body, of me,

Because I can still see the imprints

Of your kisses

And feel the soft dace of your fingertips

Across my skin.

I try to do anything random

To make me happy;

Driving through neighborhoods in Rosemead,

Having my chakra’s aligned at a random sound bath therapy,

Driving to Long Beach just to write by the sea,

Or picking lemons and oranges from the citrus trees

Within my favorite park,

Because when I pour their juices over my broken heart

The sting brings a feeling, or a memory,

That only you could ignite in me after dark.

Everything I do, I do with the thought of you

And that’s strange for me to admit because

Even after all the California earthquakes you shifted my grounds to,

And all the pink noise I try to drown thoughts of you out to;

Like driving late at night down Sunset and Vine

While my brother talks to me

About his favorite rapper’s documentary

But I’m only half listening

Because I’m too distracted

By what I’ve just learned about Van Gogh,

He only ever sold one painting in his lifetime

So you can imagine how emotional I get each time

I question why, why I do this

Why I try,

When nobody reads these melancholic thoughts of mine.

However throughout all of this,

There’s one thought that won’t run away from;

It only talks about how much

I love you

M.H. John