I feel it welcome me home and fill me with sadness. If both things can be true, then so can my story. Dig up every secret and match them against the spaces in between each truth. I dare you to find the lie. I’m falling in and out of memories and I can’t reason with myself. I miss the feeling more than the actual memory- that’s what I’m supposed to believe. There was always a sadness lingering around us- like something waiting to combust. Coming to life. Showing its fangs, broken teeth and all. I sat patiently between scarlet cheeks, anxious habits and the freedom that came with summer. And when it fell apart there was still laughter and loving. Both things orbiting in the same realm. Like a flash of light meeting darkness. If both things can be true, then so can my story. I feel it welcome me home and fill me with sadness. -AMT ©️