Hopeful Roads

Learning new roads while remembering the maps I’ve made in other towns

Listening to words that have melodies in which can be heard without sounds

I’m wiping away tears from pasts that are no longer present

There’s still so much fear for the future when you’re relentless

I’m burning bridges to cross over the same ones a different way

You never called but If you did I’d say “who’s this? You’re no longer the person for whom I prayed”

I’m starving for the pieces of me that you took far away

There’s no hope left for us but I still don’t feel okay

I’m inviting what’s to come to obliterate me as you did

Because every time I write a poem you still make an appearance like you’re relevant

Why can’t my heart be seldom

Should I just get rid of it?

Doesn’t seem to do me any good when you still have control of it

Frustrated with myself because I should be getting over it

New beginnings usually help

I hope this one is finally the right fit

I’m tired of comparing you to the sun, you’re no longer shining

You stopped after you burned me to bone

I’m sorry...

This was supposed to be a happy poem

But here lie my skeletons,

I’ll try and bury them beneath the roads

That’ll finally take me to your good riddance

That’ll finally bring me to my hope