lucky in a way that makes me grateful for small things that would generally go unnoticed -
like a closed fence gate.
actively trying not to take things for granted,
knowing it's impossible to appreciate it all equally.
a cup of tea and cuddling with puppy,
an afternoon well spent
while flirting with the past.
hoping, kind of, that this time as we rewind
won't be as tragic as the last dozen times.
maybe it's better to burn down the house,
start over again.
my heart is safe in the ice box -
no harm, no foul.
it's the little things,
like how you kiss my shoulder,
that remind me to stand on guard.
keep my fence gate closed and watch the cars on the road.
fuel for the fire,
all those words i'd love to take back,
those words i wish you didn't say.
put my headphones on and turn you down,
turn away and keep walking.
head up, back straight,
down the path i make.
wandering alone through Desolation,
seeing the big picture,
focused on the details.