cleaved
Sometimes I’m hard on myself
Sometimes I can’t get enough
Sometimes I’m in so much pain, I can’t speak
Sometimes I miss my old life
(but sometimes I’m happy now)
Sometimes I wish I was on my horse and sometimes I wish I was anywhere but here
Sometimes I know my strength (sometimes)
Sometimes the cleaving is more than I can bear
I remember us laughing, playing, and talking endlessly sometimes
Sometimes I forget
Sometimes I listen to your playlists to remember
And sometimes I count the days until…
I wish I were better at math.
I’m making a playlist for my October 2024 project. This is the song for today.
A Blessing
May your tender memories bring you strength, dear reader.