Sit in the dark of remembrance

clench truth

in a tender

battered fist

listen for a heartbeat

a rush of wind

then the hollow that signifies

final breath

goodbyes are never easy

especially if all you’ve known

is hello

ignore the whispering

“this has grown all too familiar”

longing

rarely takes new shapes

lonely follows the same rigid lines

paint your body with the same

regrets that coated you the last time

there will be music where you

loved last

humming in the wrinkled eve of

sunset

go there when you need to dance

sing

love with a new voice

grayed in husked walls

ripe naiveté

bruised ache of experience

remember

we are all nothing more than

a collection of yesterdays

rose colored snapshots

pleasant memories emptied into

“wish you were here” texts

somewhere you are an outdated email

a name deleted from a phone

somewhere your name makes a heart

skip a beat

somewhere a palm longs for the curve

of your cheek

somewhere a facsimile of your scent

makes a soul

weep

but soon that same someone

will learn to breathe without you

will attach herself to empty

take note of the echo

create your own hollow

forget how the voice

soothed something

wicked

the humming

this recreation of magic

the movement the dance

the touch

electric

unwavering

miss them

silently

release the wandering

possibility of reconciliation

hold only what is now

what is real

silence

the thick of longing

shadowed in tangles

learn to quiet the

“i miss you. i’m sorry.

i love you.”

it’s just easier

sometimes easy

welcomes sleep more

quickly than brave

more steady than noble

we are trying desperately to forget

without being forgotten