what was once beautiful
needed
now tugs at the sad ends of nostalgia
the parts left behind on purpose
a time machine
admitting life is too large
for what once was comfort
is now a reminder
of someone who is now a stranger
admitting the language of love
and the love for things
can be seasonal
and beautiful things
can remind you of pain
that joy and pain
are so similar
when dealing with the past
memories making them indistinguishable
yes it is over
yes it was comfort
�
when a song does not
feel like a soft landing
but a flash back
to the deafening
pounding blood
in your veins
beneath your paper skin
�
it reminds you
even familiar places
can look like nightmares
when it’s your own demons
coming out to play
�
we were not warned
that this benign night
would bring me back here
but you reminded me
we are not back here
i am not back here
my body just thinks we are
so instead i find comfort
your words bringing me
back down, back to you
away from what once
was what i held up as
beautiful
- photo by author
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
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