it helps to hear a silver breeze
sometimes, most of the time
it is difficult to hear from the past
much less think about it
a simple, awkward, meaningless
pause- in the conversation
can send echos throughout the body
you forget where you are, and are back
back making those choices once again
and it can make you wonder
how you got here, today
i can’t help but think
that i’ve some some terrible error
along the way
we all make mistakes
sure
but it feels like it would be worse
to forgive myself for what
i have passed up
we were looking at stars last night
the heavens filled with pins of light
they stretch across the sky like scars
a roof of holes, a roof of stars
we’re in a world that’s full of holes
like our bruised and battered souls
tears too many for the eye to count
enough to fill our hearts with doubt
we’ve never seen the back of the sky
it’s more than impossible, so don’t even try
so here we are, just spotting stars
and if stars are souls and souls are holes
remember,
they’re there to let the light in
