Sometimes the places my steps take me

are exactly where I wanted to go

and I show up with my soul on my sleeve

carrying quiet and no tragedy,

no poetry.


Sometimes the places these roads lead

take me away from you,

the light bleeds into too many corners

I am terrified of being caught in.


We get so much more used to the dark,

don’t look down,

don’t look up,

don’t look

because you can’t tell the difference,

everything is


the same.


I pick apart the silence and the black

and somehow I keep getting little squares of sunshine-

I am not good at being alone.

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose

I win every day

when I get to wake up next to you.

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Written 11/9/17

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