If I did not travel to that country,
If I did not attend that class,
If I did not take that job,
I would have missed out
on the best moments of my life.
But as grateful as I am,
I sometimes wonder
how many people I never met,
all the places I never went
if I had chosen a different path
and all of the memories
I would have instead.

Why do I still
feel you in my bones?
Memories still fill my chest,
leaving butterflies in their wake
just as you once did.

I was in love with a wasteland
because it was once home to sunflowers.
My memories had become locusts
and left nothing to grow in their wake.
Little did I know that the sunflowers
did not stand a chance.

The young poet
I used to be would be sad
to learn that I do not
rhyme as much
as I used to.

Would you have done the
same if you had known how it
was going to end?

9:06 PM
1/2/23

To dig up the past,
is to raise the dead.
Let it rest,
for you will find
nothing but rot and death.
Do not relive the horrors
of a life now deceased.

This world
is under no obligation
to be less weird
than fiction.