and this is a reminder to myself
to keep writing
to keep a record of all of the things I’m feeling
because looking back these few words I’m letting go
are all that I have left
to remind me of a time and place that once was
and never will be again.
maybe it will be good,
maybe it will be bad,
but regardless small moments that slip through memory’s cracks
won’t be mine again.
sleep is my only refuge and I’m afraid that it won’t last long