Day: Jan 18, 2023

I wish I could tell you a tale, but now it is all just a blur.

Finding my old self was much harder than losing her.

The roads I took still wait for me to pay them back.

I wonder if they will curse my spite and my hidden tracks.

Months pass and I stay glued to a screen at midnight,

Trying to overrule my thoughts, so tranquil and benign.

I know that she is still out there dripping paint on paper,

And I wish I could remember,

But my memory wavers.

-Jackie