Keep In Touch

What am I but careless? Living for the present but stuck retracing past lines, erased.

///

I've been cleaning house, by that 

I mean getting rid of s**t I don't need,

pictures, photographs, memories,

even in sleep I find pieces of you--

sticky notes and words I would've never knew

if I hadn't asked you to come and you hadn't asked me to stay,

so I take careful steps, meticulous yet

constantly backtracking for every speck missed,

things that make it hard to find peace, 

things that make it difficult to see,

things that take the oxygen from the air

I breathe and replace it with coal,

books and trinkets that remind me,

keep me from becoming whole;

a personal Lacuna inside my head,

delete, fills these spaces with textbooks

I should've read, each month promising to

be better than the last,

eager to let the past be just that:

past.

Reviews

[Em]

So I have gone through some of your work. I love it. I like your style. You are indeed a great writer and I would love to read more of your stuff.

[Jesse Lancaster]

Thanks for going through my work, that means a lot! There's plenty here and I have a few more that I'm working on, stick arouuuund.

[de-oblitus]

gah. I've missed reading your work, this is beautiful and feelings I can relate to as of late. Your mind is quite brilliant, you know.

[Jesse Lancaster]

Thanks, I'm glad you found something to relate to. AW, SHUCKS you're too much.