Scribbled Thoughts

Muscle memory of two months ago,

recall the moves,

the combos, the emotions,

remember the motivation

and melt into the scene

as if you never left.

Sometimes starting again

is not an option.

Remember and jump in.

Reconnect with all my heart

respond and let me feel wanted,

show the time we spent together

was worth something,

was important enough

to type out a reply

instead of letting me sit

in an inbox of limbo.

Return to the fold

and feel the pressure

as expanse closes in,

ready to drown you

in darkness,

even when the choice

to leave is there.

It’s not a choice

many can afford

to take.

Was it ever mine to keep,

the reassurance you gave

and the comfort I gained.

I’ll snuggle it closer,

secret and safe

always there

for when courage leaves me

and I need to fill the hole

with movement

and purpose.

Remind me who I am.

A story frozen in time

for seven years,

waiting to be remembered

and revived.

Are the emotions

as strong as when

they first began?

Or is it just

a performance now,

waiting to be cleared.

Travel for a few hours

of sea-air

and fresh delicacies.

Taste the flavour

of being human

and experience

the delight of living

and not just earning.

Remember what love is

and why everything

is worth it.

Pop in the Blu-ray

of a live experience,

hoping it will fool you

into feeling you’re there.

Perhaps glow sticks

would have helped.

Unexpected key-jangling

alerts to an unusual day,

still filled with little benefits

but somehow feels more complete.

A warm body beside me

melts away anxiety

and leaves me content

to bask in a lazy afternoon.

Catch up in pages,

bury the hours with words.

Hatch secret plans

and tap them into fruition,

hoping the time put in

is worth it.

Lazy days with purpose

refuel your soul

and resist dark thoughts

about the future.

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