Sometimes I wish that the memories would stop when the sad love songs do. It is healthy to grieve, jump right into the emotional stress. It’s so warm and comforting… like an avalanche. No one looks under all of that snow. I’ve been digging myself out for months.
I lost track of time a little after midnight, alone, watching a fire, with my back against a giant redwood. I thought of a time when I had shopped for two people at the grocery store… worried about the rain and grabbed two coats.
As the wind made the trees creek, they seemed to be talking to the empty places within my rib cage. Whispering thoughts of independence, of freedom, and of healing… telling me to sing new songs. Telling me that even if the memories don’t stop, the sad love songs do.
— leest1 —