maybe.

i craved the open road,

the quiet peace that comes

with being alone,

copper sun shining

on a burning horizon,

the highway sound carried

like whispers on the wind

i wanted to travel the world,

my heart much too big

for this small place

we would climb to the roof

and watch the dark drink in the day

we would make wishes

on moonless nights,

promises that we would escape

i was always one step away

from losing my mind

in this place

but i think i always knew

that you would stay

and you always hoped i would too

we spent our youth

in this back and forth,

but you soon realized

that my running was inevitable

i suppose,

i always assumed

that you’d still be here,

a beacon of light

guiding my eventual return

but as the years pass,

the light fades

the room gathers cobwebs

the photos are covered in dust

now, we simply

leave a candle burning,

a little light in the hallway

of this museum of memories

filled with all the bits and pieces

of a past we left behind

maybe one day

i’ll clean the place up

maybe one day

i’ll make this house

into a home

– ashley jane

we make do.

we eat worry

with yesterday’s leftovers,

anxiousness swallowed down

with a bit of bread

that we bought with loose change

found between seat cushions

years of empty pockets

have left us accustomed

to its stale taste

it will be another long day today

the poems will have to wait

there is rarely time for writing anymore

if we aren’t working

our time is stolen by daily chores

and doctor appointments

on the rarer days,

when the quiet greets us,

our minds are still consumed

with this sense of foreboding

we can’t seem to escape

it’s rather suffocating,

always falling short of thriving

most days, we’re barely surviving

our wallets are paper thin

and the coffers are empty

our hearts are full though,

and i suppose

that makes us richer than most

– ashley jane