good morning from Arches #psalm24
Wherever you are, be all there.
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod on me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I rise.”
Maya Angelou, 1928-2014
does absence make the heart grow fonder
or does it just make you forget
do you wonder if you’ll see me again
do you even think of me at all
without a word, a message, a glance, you left me alone and never looked back. not a thought to the love and laughter and friendship and family and bonds so elemental they seemed part of our dna.
what excuses have you been telling yourself
to make it okay
what lies have you been telling yourself
because i’ve been telling myself plenty.
that you cared
that you loved
that you spoke truth
that we were standing on the same solid ground.
so what is this absence doing to my heart?
some days i forget you even exist
and the very next
and i can’t stop remembering.
what is it doing to yours
creepin like a rando in someone’s front yard. peonies!!