Still I am haunted
Though I hung my sheet up.
A ghost can give up,
but can’t be reborn.

To be a memory walker
A director of dreams
Forgetting what is real
And what endings really mean

Replaying harsher words
And sunnier days as well
An archaic tape rewatched with an organizational system from hell

I rearrange the order
From which this life is lived
Creating full pockets of happiness without despair sprinkled in

And I'll lay here with the highlight reel
Aching for people I've loved
Forgetting its okay to let things end
The connection was enough

A bittersweet day for memories
When new life paths are clear
Upsetting to have had connections
so strong
Yet end up nowhere near

But you are happy
He is happy
They are happy
And really, so am I
But sometimes,
It feels good to see you again
Even just in my mind

Refuge to some,
A battlefield to others,
A chronically online
Midwest single mother-
Who loves to lay in the rain
And feel it on her skin
Enjoying all the storms outside,
Though they all come from within.

Is she a tornado?
Or maybe a meteor shower?
Beautiful in what she does-
not recognizing her power
Or maybe it's a fault,
To hide away in the in-between?
Participating in all activities while remaining completely unseen.

She glides right through your sky,
A pretty view for you-
Until she lands upon your ground
Destruction does ensue.
You thought she was just mesmerizing,
Easily made to bend,
If that's the kind of love you crave
You've picked the wrong girlfriend.

She puts things back together
At a slowed down lego pace,
And when she doesn't like the result?
Her progress completely erased.
So it's back to the drawing board,
Though she's never been good with paint.
Maybe some blame falls to you,
loving chaos but expecting a saint.