Spark

i’m afraid to tell my friends
i don’t journal anymore.
that i don’t romanticize my life
with fallacies of café excursions,
dinners by candlelight,
mimosas on sunday morning.

but i’ll never forget
there was a time
when my eyes were radiant
with dreams so close i could
see them
smell them
touch them.


my life goal is to find that spark again
next time i won’t let go.