Sometimes the sadness curls up
Right inside that hollow part of me
You know the one
Maybe it’s been there all along or maybe we cultivated it
Somewhere along the way with sidewalk chalk and crushed
butterflies
All I know is I am gasping here
All I know is sometimes, all the lights turn off and the
glow in the dark stars reveal everything I had tried to forget everything
Everything that plays and skips in my mind like the vinyl in
the record player
All the sadness
All those crushed butterflies and tragic moments and sad
faces and taught eye skin
Clenched for tears
Tight lipped delivery of bad news, every rainy day every
spilled coffee
Every failure every time I have ever been broken
Sometimes
Everything piles up like a library of blackness and it’s
hard
It’s hard to remember the sun, the stars, the smiles pulling
at the corners of my lips
The blush, the butterflies, the beauty of her eyes
Sometimes it’s easy to forget
Sometimes all I can see is the way you looked at me, the way
you knew and I didn’t, the way you were poised to tell me
The way I came home to find you heaped, curled on the sofa
The way every inch of life was drained from your eyes
The way you surrendered to loss like flame to breath
The way the sorrow washed over us, disbelief dripping from
my eyes sometimes
Sometimes that sorrow flies back to me and it’s hard to remember
The feel of her skin, the feeling of being alive
The electricity that means I’m still fighting
Sometimes I forget
But all I need from you is to hold me until I remember
Help me remember
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