awakened nostalgia – a poem

the worst feeling is waking up

and immediately missing someone

you just spent the previous day

forgetting

distracting

layering brick upon brick

building on top of

your sensitive

heart

losing yourself in

the

others.

and then you begin to dream

and the bricks slowly crumble

as you relax

into open, pure,

return to self.

so when you wake up

and your mind and heart

immediately go to the

place you’d rather not

you think to yourself

“what a terrible way to start the day”

and you start rebuilding again.

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