#poetrydaily
I have become an expert in the archaeology of heartbreak,
I sift through the dust of last week’s sheets,
find a single black thread from your sweater and crazy enough I didn’t throw it away,
I winded it around my finger until the circulation stops because the numbness is a familiar kind of feeling.
They tell you that grief is a river, you just have to go through it But they don't tell you about the tide,
They don't tell you that some days you are a strong swimmer cutting through the current with clean efficient strokes,
And other days you are just driftwood,
Waterlogged, Spinning ,Quietly falling apart in the middle of the grocery store,
because the oranges are the same shade as the sunset we once watched from fire escape.
It’s in the details, you see.
The small, stupid, savage details.
The way the world keeps spinning its cruel, cheerful circle.
The barista still asks, “How’s your day?”
The sun still rises like a golden, indifferent alarm clock.
The planet rotates on its axis,
a perfect, uncaring machine,
while I am here, learning to be a planet myself,
Learning to hold my own gravity,
Learning to spin without you.
Because that’s the second act, isn’t it?
The one they don’t write songs about,
It’s not the fury. It’s not the tears,
It’s the morning you wake up and
the first thing in your head is not his name, but the smell of coffee, It’s the terrifying, quiet, radical act of continuing.
It’s the moment you catch yourself.
You are falling, yes. The ground has given way. The air is rushing past,
And in that free fall you stop looking for a hand to hold.
You stop waiting for a voice to tell you it’s okay,
You look down through the blur of clouds and the ache of altitude and you see… you have wings Not feathers, not flight, Just a furious,
hard-won knowledge that you were built to survive the impact.
So let the world keep its cheerful, stupid circle.
I am building a new orbit.
I am the archaeologist of my own becoming now And I am no longer sifting through dust,
I am excavating bedrock.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:22 AM UTC
I look to the crescent moon
Until i can look no more
Until it breaks my heart
Knowing that there are miles between us
Knowing that we are worlds apart
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC
I find joy in pain
Pain in my actions
Actions after my decisions
Decisions I didn’t want to make
Making up my mind
When I didn’t want to
I didn’t want to choose
Choose between you
You or my tears
Tears that flooded my smile
My smile
That followed after your voice
The voice
That gave me joy
In pain
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC