183

there are so many moments in any given day
that are worth remembering
to one day reminisce about

I keep having to remind myself that
life really is just a string of moments
and whether or not I remember them all
isn’t the point

maybe we’re meant to forget the small things
that come and go every day
maybe they’re placeholders
fill in the blanks for
all the big stuff coming our way
that we haven’t envisioned yet

174

it snows every day you’re not around
I drive around memories of you
a cul-de-sac collection
the finest rose-coloured moments

when you always said the right thing
and everything else
every misstep or argument
swiftly forgotten

how often do we put people on pedestals
imaginations of the faces we project
the faces we wish we were

173

like a weight on your chest
acknowledge when it’s not yours to carry
just because it is heavy

preserve strength for the moments that matter
seek understanding in
the things you cannot change

for you have many, many years left
to do many, many great things
and there is no space in the cabin
for someone else’s luggage

164

space in your day
is carved from within you
woven into how you carry the weight
of every single day and the potential it possesses
because there really is no such thing
as the right time to do something
for there is only time, and
what we choose to do or not do with it

161

the strangest routines are now commonplace
my favourite snacks, delivered to door
no one comes to visit
new voices introduced through headphones
waving goodbye to the computer screen

how has time lapsed like
the world’s fastest stopwatch
you’d swear it was rigged
you’d swear this is ordinary

160

a lonely ghost
a light, flickered out
the one I left on for you
how often do we wish upon people
that do not wish for us

when do we turn out the lights
and walk away from the dark
on our own volition
upon belief that ghosts only haunt us
when we keep them around