Ret(h)read

Retreading those same paths

Rethreading my soles

 

Grow accustomed to absence

I grow fonder

 

A song of repetition

going through the motions

 

Waking up day after day

night after night again

 

If you please, it’s all the same

eyes skim the page

 

Reread each word

Sentence, paragraph, chapter, the whole damn thing

 

Replay that moment

Repeat the scene

 

I’m retreading those old paths again

Rethreading my soul.

 

If [You] Could Just…

The guilt we carry

sits, a pit

it beats, it pulses

 

You can feed it if you’d like

or you can squeeze.

Dissolving to the smallest particles

 

floating

dispersed

settling in the nooks and crannies of your soul.

 

The guilt we bear

becomes a part of the systemic flow

lessening the load.