The year is coming into a close and for now, it looks like the dust has
settled.
I’m sorting through salt and letters, trying to wipe away the
grime that has collected in the floorboards. Clearing the surfaces and
looking under all the cracks to make sure we can see the sheepskin skies
in them.
I have been leaving my hands open so I can catch the loose
particles before they fall. We are rebuilding the bridges we burned and
I am burning bridges with all the shadows casting sighs and shaking
whispers.
I’m tried of looking for a new position when I sleep, and like
the dust, I’m going to try and settle into sheets the only way I know
how—with a crooked spine.
I am humming songs of optimism and slipping
sunrises beneath my shoes.
This morning I woke up feeling like my dream
was next to me, on my pillow. Cheeks wet and the taste of burnt coffee
on my tongue. It was so good to have you breathe in that light again.
I’m happy for this new beginning, even if it is all made up of the
pieces we thought we lost and only misplaced. But you know some things
can’t just be wiped away and I hope you’re here to stay.
(I do, I really
do).
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