Mine

These words that I pen are not about you.

Middle ground

There's no middle ground. It was either this way or that way. I chose this. You chose that. Because when I said "here", you were over there. When I said to remember you said that you did not. And when  I said "now", you thought I meant later. When I made noise, you went silent. When I pointed to my heart, you looked to the sky, and that's where it ended. 

Wait

 

If you and I were little turtles and you got left behind, I'd slow down and wait for you. 

Release

 

Wind, take it away. Fire, let it burn. Water, wash over me. Cleanse me. Release me. 

The moment

Protect the moment. Protect the times. Remember gentleness when it mattered. Remember the good. In quiet days, those times will remain. 

Bloom

Today we live.

Even if we feel we can't, we still will. 

Because our story doesn't end here. 

A tree can lay dormant when the winter feels long and the ground feels frozen.

Focus on what is happening beneath it. 

It will always bloom, beautifully. 

A call

In a world where people don't have time for each other, thank you for calling. Chatting with you is a release and reset for me. Time flies listening to each other. There's no pretence or hiding. I can be myself with you completely. You're the only one who knows me. Thank you for listening to me.