Skinny Love

Tears welled in my eyes as Skinny Love played loudly in the car before the sun rose

There was a time when the joy of discovering a new song was enough

I wonder when I lost that part of myself

I was a local at the neighborhood venue

My eardrums on the verge of blowing on a Tuesday evening, work early the next morning was an afterthought

Fear of exhaustion dictates my every step now

On most evenings these days I count back the hours from when I need to wake up to know when my head should hit the pillow

These changes are welcomed, but even still I’m nostalgic for parts of my past life

Adrenaline and spontaneity used to be the motive, they’ve unwittingly been traded in for monotony dressed up as discipline

Novelty once the daily bread is now a rare treasure

As I mourn I hear a whisper, “That was the point, no?”

Memories as keepsakes for moments like this

To appreciate what once was, who I once was

As a tear fell I knew she was still with me