Hey.
I saw you again, after a long time.
I finally managed to treat you like a normal person.
Not as a figment of my fantasies.
Not as an object of my admiration.
But the fact remains,
that I'm still writing this verse
Is that I'm still...
...oh, I don't know.
Recovering?
Healing?
I could say that I was broken,
but I'm so much stronger now.
At least, I think I am.
Oh, whatever.
I saw you today again.
Nothing has changed with you.
But so much has changed for me.
I'm just really glad
I got to see you again.
And I'm still quite annoyed
At how I can't stop writing about you.
(5.5.17)
YOU ARE READING
reconsideration.
PoetryWhat a thrill to be a thought: thin as a film strip, thrust into a cacophony. Yet it's funny how I've met my loneliness as a friend. I've searched for my soul in heated hands and histories, token treasures and stolen homes. All that came was a hollo...
