Im Scared Of The Songs That Remind Me Of You And The Memories They Elicit

i’m scared of the songs that remind me of you and the memories they elicit

and blessings on blessings

they whisper daily

till gloom lifts to shine

till his lips meet mine

one day, he’ll be up all night. anxious and panicked. wondering what could have been. you’ll stir awake too from the residual connection. you’ll feel the discomfort in his heart. you’ll recognize it for what it is, roll over, tuck yourself back in, and fall asleep full of clarity that you were right to leave when you did.

he picked up pieces of me

scattered like bread crumbs

and held them close

warmed them up in his palms

why— of all people— did it have to be you who broke me?

memories of you and this place

slowly overwritten by new stories

and old ones reshaping

less like fireworks this time

more like beachside bonfires

or sitting on the lifeguard tower

watching the warm waves

wash away your name in the sand