Moments frozen in time
Taken in places I never imagined myself traveling
A string of lights over a cobbled street
An ancient river
Or just a thank you sign noticed from hundreds of feet up.
Shells of past lovers
When we imagined that we
Were happy
And flattered ourselves with our own hope.
Small appreciations, flowers in the concrete; the golden hour, the dark hours
Metaphors for what I occasionally find myself
Wise enough to notice.
And myself, reflecting in the lens
When I need a little more
Validation
Because the flavor I give off
On certain days, I just can’t help but
Appreciate
Or because everything else had failed that
Day and I just want to be told
I’m pretty.
Millions of cat faces
That only a mother could
Love
All intertwining into the story
That glues my world together
One of many.
The Lightly Dark 