Hazy Acres: The Creative Practice of Ryan Boos

I remember you 

When we met

How it landed

Where I was

Who I was

When it hit 

And we had our time

Then moved away 

Continuing to leave 

To others

While its true we had our love

Timing 

What wasn’t 

Could be 

Should be

Not there

Without flow in this arena 

Blockages and roads with nothing 

Too much to build 

Always scratching 

Then the mistrust 

And the manipulations 

Hurting to cover our own self 

Away from being 

In the middle of a fire

Leaning in 

The moment 

Is everything 

And that is all it is 

Everywhere 

Forever 

Now we are forgotten 

Tucked away neatly in a box 

Sitting in the dark 

Alone 

In ourselves 

We put us there

Broken locks with no keys

Now

Invisible doors

Long hallways with no paint 

Artless 

Dead 

No more arrival 

Wordless

Spins and spins and spins 

Your face fades 

Fading 

Years ago 

In the night 

When truth came 

Whispering in my ear 

Stop