If nostalgia had the power to kill her, she’d be dead long ago. She feels her my body is lagging. Caught in a glitch. Time feels like an equation that can’t be solve, but we try. God knows we try. It’s a feeling of comfort you’ll never reach again, but you once had it. At…

What’s it to burn? Stoking embers like the ego you swore you never had. Cut me open and you’ll find pages of books you never had the time to read. Turn inward with the changing leaves. Another season ending. Close the chapter, you were too good for it anyways. Put what haunts you, behind you.…

Im letting Autumn live in my bones. Trying to be better about talking to God. I’m afraid of my own shadow because I don’t even recognize her anymore. Pass by the grove and watch the sun set the stage for the moon. Pass your mistakes on to the new version of yourself and call it…

Take a picture of my old self. Write on the back “this will one day be a memory”. Let the sepia tones sink in my brain. Stare through it for hours. Become the place in time. Become the changing leaves and stop judging them for letting go. Tell myself I can recreate the same smile…

I sit in the quiet spaces filled with your absence. Grief doesn’t say hello, it’s just a constant reminder of a sad goodbye. But it means I loved deeply, right? I make room for it as it stares directly through me. Follows me around the house, gnawing at my shadow. I eat dinner alone with…

I hope they told you that you were brave. That they gave you some sort of crown. Declared you remarkable. Told everyone about you. Something sacred- like lightening hitting the ground. Electrifying everything around the shock. I hope they told you that you were brave. Something to talk about. Shifting seasons of sadness in order…

When did it all change? I mean, I felt the shift. I’ll admit it. I’ll reckon with it. I’ll tell the story for what it was without making me the hero. But I miss summer like how it used to be. I miss the freedom in being alone. I miss the time spent wasting marbled…

August came with a vengeance. A ferocious will to take and, my God, it took. I fought back, I promise. I put on my armor. Clenched my fists and swung hard. It reminded me that I never stood a chance. It watched me stumble and stand back up over and over again until my limbs…

The car in front of me guided me home. The only high beams lighting up two fifty two. The latticework of country roads mapping its way through the farmland. I know this route by nature because a piece of me is buried there, but tonight I chose to forget where I was going. The darkness…

I found out that your middle name means “majestic’. And your first name means ‘something merciful’. I didn’t piece these things together until after your spirit went home, but it suited you well for all these years. I mean, your final act was an act of mercy, right? You fought for me until I told…