Shit people say on heartaches
People always say that it would immensely hurt at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench
waiting for the toast to pop up,
and the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea
makes you miss him so much
that you don’t know what to do with your hands.
People also say that as it gets colder
and the gray falls from the air,
that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune
no matter where you find yourself—
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon’s gaze in a valley of ash.
Tonight as it gets cold,
tell yourself what you know, which is nothing
but the tune your bones play as you keep going.
People say that, in time, you'll eventually be able to
lie down under the small fire of tropical stars
without giving out.
And if it happens that you cannot go on
or turn back and you find yourself
sobbing, sprawled by the sidewalk of a quiet street,
to tell yourself,
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs,
that you grieve for your loss,
but that you love what you are
and that you're moving on.