Locked memories

And when you left

I felt it all

A low throbbing in my heart

That didn’t want to say goodbye

But also a quiet knowing

That now is not our time

And so I lock the memories

The smiles

The moments when you looked at me

With playful eyes

Or dared open up

A little, but not too much

I’ll place them all

Into my heart

And lock the door for now

Handing you back the keys

If ever you should come back

In search of new memories

A play by lovers

It was like we were actors

Playing the part

That we had always hoped to be cast

Enjoying the display

The reciting of lines

And gestures so grand

A performance of parts

One so badly wants to play

Yet underneath it all

A mutual acknowledgment

That the masks we wore

Hid our fragile vulnerability

And deeper cores that we dare not show

Oh, how much easier it is to act!

Than face the truth of who we are

And accept the stage we play on

Is no real stage

But the hidden surface of earth’s reality

And if I had to go back

And if I had to go back

I would tell her

Not to worry

About that boy

Who loved words of romance

More than the quiet reality of love

I would tell her

Not to worry

About that guy

Who made her second guess herself

Or that she was a chore ‘too much’

I would tell her instead

To choose herself first

And to not let anyone

Make her feel inadequate

I would tell her

That if only she had waited

The cold nights would be worth it

Because one day

One day

The love she deserved would come along

Quieter and more assured than anything else

She had ever experienced

And I would smile at her and tell her

I told you so

Because everything then would make sense

Free to be me

I have never felt this light

I don’t mean in the physical sense

But rather a spiritual release

Of everything that ever made me feel

Suffocated

I have never felt this free

I don’t mean in the physical sense

But more in the sense

Of no restraint

Free in my headspace

My peacespace

Free to be me

All over again

And soon…

And soon you’ll be dead to me

Like all the rest

A name I’ve deleted on my phone

Just some digits left

That I wouldn’t recognise even if I had to try

Oh baby that’s how the story goes

Unless you make it different

And show me why

I should have hope

You’ll be dead to me

But I’ll know how to cope