The first thing I think of
is a broken eggshell
leaking promise
but I don't even eat eggs
so I try to write real
The last time I didn't kiss you
the last time I didn't play a song for you
or tell you what it meant
or why it made me think of you,
or why I felt like there was no room
for any of that.
The last times shake through me
like waves, a shoreline I'm living on
the never got tos
the forgots
the never could bes.
The times I thought
I knew us
The thing about not being yourself for awhile
is that you're still yourself
so you don't even know you're not
The thing about not being yourself
is that it's hard to know what you're missing
The thing about not speaking up
is that silence may become you
and some people may like the silence
better than you
~July 29, 2011
