Running alongside the past has become my latest hobby
So much so that I’ve begun to fear my well being
I know these memories need to be left as such
But I can’t keep myself from running towards them
I’ve pulled that box from the back of my mind
Carefully dusting it off
Unsettling it’s contents into
“I miss you” and
“I was happy then”
I’m begininng to question my own sanity
These things that I had swore off ofare invading my thoughts
Pulling me from any previous progress
I’m sorry for calling so late, but I remember these phone calls
I associate them with comfort
I associate your sleepy voice as
“I’m here for you”
And now i know that comfort is still there
I’m sorry for dragging you along memory lane with me
Re-opening those wounds that we both took such good care of
The scars were only that
And when people would mention them you would say you forgot
But you and I both know to never forget
Our late night “remember when?” convorsations leave me holding onto my pillow at night
Whispering something about hope.
