Listening to the music you left behind is like

trying to send letters to a stranger in a house

that won’t be built for centuries and there is

something to be said for the level of tenacity

or pure dedication coursing through veins that

won’t even begin to form for an eternity – literally.

 

There is a sense of familiarity that cannot be

rationally explained and there is still a

certain mystery no level of science or

understanding will ever be able to decode.

And I would like to be clear – I did not

sign up for a decade of picking up pieces

of a puzzle I never even liked in the first place.

I think I love your ghost more than I ever

even registered you. And maybe there’s

something to be said for the choices being

 

made between wishing

the hummingbirds forever to

sparkle and sanity in a single human being

bound to the limitations of flesh.

Do not get confused – every moment

is a choice and I have made just as many

 

good ones as poor in my quarter-life musing –

I just know that the showing up will

outweigh any “mistake” that never

morphed into full-fledged lesson.

EVEN YOU.

 

-M. Rene’