Our Songs

my wish was for deafness

whenever I heard our music

all the memories flooded me

summer car rides and weekends

the times I would never forget

my playlist began to betray me

and there was no escaping it

I will not let myself hear

take the verses from my mind

now that your are gone

my heart can’t bear our songs

Avoidance of Actuality

Although legends falsely claimed ostriches bury their heads to avoid danger, they actually do this to arrange their eggs which are buried underground. However, their practice continues to be a great illustration for avoidance.

how does it end

thoughts of that are simple

and perfection was the dream

but is most impossible

the actuality is so difficult

tying the end to the beginning

and the unavoidable rift in-between

teeming with action and decision

exhausting change and busyness

nothing’s done as fast as time races

in a blink the world has grown

and yet, I have not


Does anyone else have this problem or feel in a similar way at times? If not, do you have any advice? I know that this something that I have found I seriously struggle with, and there are many factors involved with it. Let me know what you think in the comments, and thank you so much for reading!

what we held on to

what else did we have to hold on to
other than the messages we shared
or the old and newish memories
all the nostalgic objects and places
awaking our care, tearing us deeper

what else did we have to hold on to
if we couldn’t have your embrace
or take strolls on the streets as we did
and enjoy any sort of engagement
to open your mind and your heart

what else did we have to hold on to
apart from the prayers and hopes
that our paths would cross someday
when the truth had set you all free
and with us you can begin again