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
I think about the patience the sun has with the earth. The way she moves and makes sure every inch of the earth receives a little bit of sunlight. I strive to have that kind of patience. To leave a little light in everyone I meet and everything I touch.
Feet grounded so deep I am sinking into everything I’ve ever wanted to be.
-how the earth catches us