Warm Fronts From Our Past
Tears on edge
unsure of how to feel,
mind replaying memories
I know I shouldn’t be reflecting on,
but they sneak in
between the wishes of reality to change
my logic tells me to shift my focus
yet my mind rebels
replaying our time at the beach
at sunset
when the skies changed colors
like magic before our eyes –
I feel stuck
leaning towards hysteria
as the cold temperature of my soul
gets hit by warm fronts
from our past
-POE(MS)
