Last winter was colder than usual. Maybe it was the warmth that died with the millions of lives covid stole, or maybe it was the way close people betrayed me and left a gaping hole.
Run. Run as fast as you can it doesn’t matter where as long as you feel the wind against your skin. As long as you leave everything safe behind you and don’t look back.
Traveling is my kryptonite. Offer me a ticket to exploration and I will leave everything important in my life behind. Because the nights I get to be a wanderer of this world are the nights I can finally sleep.
I wonder if she understands how different she is from any other friends I’ve had, If she recognizes how many of my poems are about the way our souls entwine, If she’ll ever know how much I love her.
