Struggling through wreckage of past thoughts for new material
past and new don’t work anymore
things past, now irrelevant
connections that once felt so real, now long forgotten
no dusting needed, too lived in
like old sweaters finally frayed up the sleeves
and left in a car I’ll never see again

the new, the now, the every night excitement
of just hearing a voice
respond with the love you give out
it heals all

no longer spent
on 4 bottles of wine and 2 packs of cigarettes
in a night of dismay spewing
words off a balcony to no one in particular
just wanting something to say to the world
that makes sense

I see them and don’t linger on times past, once experienced now
molded into where I have come and
what I have come to accept
and you
are it.
you are the breath on the window those many years ago
as I watched him leave
you are the smashed cactus I felt bad for
once it had left my hands
you are the thread that held me together
I didn’t even know you
I didn’t even know it.
every bad moment that made
getting to you, makes sense now
every good moment that
made sunshine seep through my pores
pales in comparison
to just laying next to you

hi, soul mate
hi, daydream
hello, my love.