We tend to linger longer on old photos
Of when we were together
We were younger then...

Partners in crime, no bitter end.
“Besties” you had said—back then,
when we had painted the town red...

(Sorrow is a prison,
Forgiveness, a skeleton key.)

the simplicity
of drawing attention
to that which lies
between the lines
and words of story
is forgiveness..
nothing more..
the mind is inept
however frantic its
search..as story reigns..
while forgiveness glows
in the gaps...

i overthink
i panic
i stress
i worry

but

i trust
i care
i stay
i love

how easy it was.

when they asked if i knew you.

to reply "just someone I used to love."

- rolling off my tongue

People keep asking me
"What do you want your life to look like in five years?"

they always cringe when I say
"I just want to fight long enough to open my eyes tomorrow morning."