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