These were the days.
Burning holes in carpets.
Drinking vodka til words slurred.
Dwelling on the past.
Visualizing goals for the future.
They can take what’s tangible
The memories still breathe life into our hearts
Gives us a reason to go on.
Yet reality has settled and solidified us like compacted soil.
You find my body
Where you left it last,
You run each morning in search of more than our shortsighted lives have led.
Churns in the stomach of the earth.
In this life…
I have not loved as I should.