Jan 21
It was lavender, then old spice for a while, then roses
Good mornings from hellos, then good nights
There's no other way to say this : you miss loves
You've once given and received, that you've let go of
That you've been dismissed from, that's died
From the times you were then, younger, brighter, beginner
First times, second times, several times in-love times;
You mourn your old selves and their once-hearts.
Timeless, the word, 'miss' and missing
No other way to put it, you long for times then
But you're here in this moment remembering
And though the ache is there, so is the wondering
What is, for me, next? And giddily too, who?
- smile and wave, and live and love