The most beautiful thing about being heartbroken is realizing that despite everything you’ll always be okay.
The thought of you clings to my skin like coconut oil. These memories run their fingers down my body hoping I never escape them.
I’m listening to our favorite album
Not because I miss you
But because I miss the moment that made this album special
I’m reminded of how easily I can make love last even when it’s gone
I can turn a song into a feeling
I can turn an album into a tunnel that connects me to you.
I tell myself
I must listen
The same way I wait for the moons prayers
I tell myself you must love
The same way my mother did when she taught me how to catch my breath
I tell myself you must enjoy
The same way my grandfather listens to music in his coveted chair
I tell myself you must learn to forgive
The same way you learned to love, without any conditions.
Every ending leads to nostalgia
Inside her lives a mountain of memories and a lifetime of hopes and what ifs.
On the nights the sky looks how it did then
I think about the way the light of the moon lit us into tomorrow
Easing us into the sunrise
And arriving at the chance to be anew.
Sometimes I leave in the middle of a poem
I let my mind ferment
Bask in my heart
Glide with silence
And my return becomes a new arrival