Years Years Years


It’s been

years, years, years

since this morning

and I’m still lingering on the edge of life.


Like all things

it is guilt and bliss,

speeding headfirst into the train tunnel,

escaping with ecstasy.


Like all things

it is sweet and sour,

leaving these old train tracks and frail railings and broken people behind

but also forgetting a part of ourselves.


But in years years years

if we don’t forget

we’ll have a perfect round pearl

to place in the memory jar,

remembering the beautiful old lightning shows

while letting go of the pounding rain


It’s been years years years

I need to see the world

but I’ve still found so many reasons to stay.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 5/25/16

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Write, quintessential joy

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