Songs we listen to when we’re sad

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.

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Conversations with Myself

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.

Questions for a man

How does it feel to know the loneliness living in your stomach is what lead you to the entrance in between her legs?

Does the emptiness crawl up to your lips and meet hers halfway?

Does her hair drape down like curtains in attempt to hide her shame?

Do you think she’s as insecure as you because her body is the only language she knows how to speak?

Does she wonder how you touch the bones on her back and think of how my spine had mountains growing as you went lower?

Do her words hold your ego or do they bring softness to the places inside you that need it most?

Does her pale skin remind you of the cold past your father left behind?

Do you wonder why my soul and body keep you begging for more?

Does she know she tastes like regret and bitter wine?

Do you wonder how you became who you promised you would never be?