Sometimes looking back

you get livid with yourself

for being angry/pathetic/vulnerable when you shouldn’t have been

the permanence of the past rapping at the chamber door to your soul

find solace in the fact that while the past is permanent

the past has passed

With You

stark thoughts crashing into the shore in your mind

summer weather creeping its way into spring

kissing ether, ground firm in the dirt

love fills every corner of your heart

as light staves off the dawn of night