a wounded deer leaps the highest.

I want to but my mind is rewired.

Caring for the tiny human

wearing my heart outside my body

has my full attention.

I’ve lost myself in the sleepless nights

that seamlessly turn into days.

One day I’ll look back

longing for these nights we got to share.

Your tiny hands clinging to my finger.

Your milk breath whispers

The smile on my shoulder.

Your eyes locked into mine.

These nights you will never remember.

“Was that a metaphor?

A strange way to miss you

If I leave, then I'm not sure

I would've told you.”

“Lately, I don't feel inspired

Wish I was a better liar

Maybe that's why I blame the moon”

“I’d die in my sleep

To live in your arms

And I’d stay trapped in this dream

and they take me somewhere else.

somewhere I used to be.

someone I used to know.

crocheting in the background of my Jeep.

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driving down the snowy Kancamagus highway.

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running around deadman’s curve

in the middle of the night.

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it’s like opening an old antique trunk.

and the songs, they burst out.

like the butterfly’s of last years summer.

the memories swarm.

one

by

one

each song was carefully chosen

to be kept in this chest.

I sit here in awe

as the clock goes around.

and the sounds soothe my soul.

I’m staring at all the memories

that have now filled this room.

it’s like a forest full of fallen stars.

every new song

that seeps through my earbuds,

a star crashes around me.

stars that were caught,

and ones that were missed.

this forest is a collection of every single one.

and as they come crashing

and all I can do

is smile.

✨

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“Hours in the shower steam

Still she never felt clean

As she curls into a ball

Some things you can't wash off”

JR

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