The things we leave behind are also the things we carry. We slough off the people and places we outgrow, shake free from stale ideas and antique dreams, yet these fragments we try to lose are the scaffolding on which we live, grow, love, die. Without the shedding of pieces, we would not be ourselves, […]
I always want to go back, to find that tunnel to the past where I can redo what I said and did, relive those moments that made me, and it’s a sick sense of nostalgia, a longing for minutes where I could have chosen differently, changed today because of yesterday. It’s been a week, and […]
I miss missing you. I’m so wrapped up in being his, I can’t remember how to be human, how to be me. I am three now, instead of two, and my walls are rising as fast as they fall. And I miss missing you. I miss thinking of your smile, your gentle words and strong […]
It’s strange how we remember things differently, how people choose moments to keep and others to lose. Like the anticipation of a kiss, our lips brushing, our bodies touching, but never fully reaching a kiss. That night I forgot about in the back of that truck on the way home from a drive-in movie. How […]
A voice from the past, from behind doors I’ve locked in triplicate, coming through on white screens, this voice that asks, “What are you doing?” while I’m left wondering, “Why am I answering?” And I don’t know why except that it feels almost like it would feel if it were you and not him. If […]
A necklace and some seashells they collected from the beach. Some snapshots in an album she can’t seem to throw away– the things she keeps. A box of time-worn letters and a CD abandoned when she left. One photo where he holds her and smiles– the things he keeps. What do these things, these leftovers […]
“That was us, wasn’t it?” “What?” “That movie montage. The one of all their moments. C’mon. You saw it.” “Yeah. So?” “That was us. Once. Wasn’t it?” “Maybe.” “I think that’s why I can’t move on.” “What do you mean? A movie montage? Explain.” “Well, I guess that’s how I see us, all full of […]
“I like who you turned out to be.” “What does that mean?” “Well, it means, I like how you embrace life, how you love craft beer and wilderness hikes. How you play guitar at night when no one can hear.” “I always liked those things. It’s not something new.” “I know. It’s just that I […]
The other side, dreaming of when we were right in our circle of home made from our arms and hearts and the distance closed, bent inwards, spoke to us in whispers, in raven songs sparking the darkness to leave us in light and the love we deserve after years of walking through the black alone. […]
Here’s to the things we wish we could do again, to the ache we get from reliving those moments from the sidelines, through hindsight that makes those memories oh so tragically sweet. It’s sad to know we can’t go back, we can’t be who we were or who we thought we’d be, but we must […]
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