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

i do not care to reminisce with your days of deceit.

i am walking forwards,

but time is moving backwards

and somehow,

i keep tracing your footsteps

i keep running into you

you celebrate

you call it fate,

but you know i’ve never believed in that

not the way i believe in ghosts

or horoscopes

or bonds that can’t be broken

i am trapped

i am fickle and indecisive

i am whispered dreams

standing at the edge of a scream

but never a follower

no, never

so, will you tell me please

why time has me coming around here,

visiting the minutes of your manipulation,

caught in the seconds of your stare

(i do not like the way these hours feel)

– ashley jane

things i can’t throw away.

letters,
folded up in intricate patterns,
once passed between outstretched hands,
an old mixed tape
filled with 90s hits,
photos,
partially burned
but saved at the last minute,
a lucky rabbit’s foot
that, looking back,
really wasn’t all that lucky
memories
tucked in a shoebox
in the back of the closet

– ashley jane