if it ever still looks back at that time we walked the bridge that night
where the language spoken between us was more than just the words
was more than just the barriers of the words we ever used
some days i think i’ve lived more than one life
where who once meant everything no longer is
but then other days i realize that i still carry it with me
(i’ll always carry you with me)
taking the parts of us that made me feel most alive
and that’s probably why there was a time
when i felt that you were my reason
because of the way you made me find
parts of me to love,
more parts of life to love,
someone to love—
picked each other apart, like pieces of a puzzle
a puzzle no one else had the pieces to solve
sculpting together our idealized visions
a vision i still slowly continue to mold
while you’ve floated in the background of my days spent alone
i begin again to feel you infiltrate my headspace
but the difference this time is that there is no exchange
only one-sided thoughts that sometimes escape
yet i sit here and still wonder where your mind is now
if it still gets lost inside a never-ending hole
if it still romanticizes love that’s deep in the soul
if it still feels okay or if it feels more alone
-k.t.
AMORPHOUS MIND 