Breathless, wanting a hand to hold

A heart to listen.

We wanted to get old,

Now that dream is missing.

Today was a Tuesday,

Tomorrow is eternity

Yesterday was my world

It’s all I yearn to see.

A song comes on –

The broken chords of life


Reminding me of the one I’m missing.

No complete thought

Nothing to string together

Just a bunch of little memories

Destined to live forever.


Welcome to the empty recesses of my mind! I'm a recent college graduate realizing a Creative Writing degree was a bad idea. Give me a pity like. Or you could check out the about sections (on the front page and about this author page) on my blog to learn a little more about me. Whatever.

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