The flames have been blown away
Memories, tethered.
History has been made
And the pain subsided.
You feel safe now
From a distance, there’s more comfort
The joy remains
Both within the proximity
of one another
And apart
Too much history
Too much luminosity
Too much clarity
Too much—
We were here and there
Yet, in permanence
We’re nowhere we thought we’d be
No, there’s nothing left
Only gratitude.
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 4:27 PM UTC
The flames have been blown away
Memories, tethered.
History has been made
And the pain subsided.
You feel safe now
From a distance, there’s more comfort
The joy remains
Both within the proximity
of one another
And apart
Too much history
Too much luminosity
Too much clarity
Too much—
We were here and there
Yet, in permanence
We’re nowhere we thought we’d be
No, there’s nothing left
Only gratitude.
