how I fell in love again
with the sun on solstice morning.
Her warmth pulled me back
to myself and all the living
I have yet to do.
I miss you most in these moments,
when I’d share
another ridiculous whimsy of mine
and you’d take it as seriously
as a selkie takes the ocean.
Maybe this is why you called me Joy.
That never made sense to me.
It wasn't as much joy as survival.
I know the limits of my moth-eaten memory
and no matter what well-meaning people say
it isn’t the same as you still being alive at all,
not even a little.
I am left making up stories instead
about the sun and the stars
Song Choice: Welcome to the Black Parade covered by Halocene, Violet Orlandi, and Lauren Babic
I know the limits of my moth-eaten memory
and no matter what well-meaning people say
it isn’t the same as you still being alive at all,
not even a little.
I am left making up stories instead
about the sun and the stars
caring enough to watch me
scavenge strands of joy
from the little moments of living,
in the hopes of weaving something beautiful
enough to honor who you were.
from the little moments of living,
in the hopes of weaving something beautiful
enough to honor who you were.
Image from Anne with an E
Song Choice: Welcome to the Black Parade covered by Halocene, Violet Orlandi, and Lauren Babic
Liner Notes for this Groove: Today is the birthday of a friend of mine who passed away. These were just thoughts I had about it.