Sunday the tears shed
I thought they disappeared
how much weight six months carried
within the last year
5,360 minutes
and that’s only the morning calls
not to mention the texting, the vacation, dinners out, hiking and three times skating…
my new best friend
dropped it hot
quick tempered
cords cut
cutting cords
this moon is meant for
I hear
place the water by the window
let go of what’s holding me back
make sense of all those tears
Ive managed not to call
when my stomach flutters
and my heart clasps tight
Your words
empty words you once said
of future, the home we could share
couldn’t be quicker,
How you pushed away
made it much easier
I smile
how I haven’t called out
to reach you,
ease the clarity of crazy
you call me.
You’re missing out.
The Past Stays Here 