Recently, I did get to have a conversation with one of those people that had felt off limits. And we didn't talk about the past between us, but rather caught up with each other and dealt with what was now. And afterward, we didn't have to feel like we were going back to what was. We don't have to talk to each other every day like we used to. Just a simple conversation. The things that get in between people fade over time and sometimes that person is the person we may need to talk to just to get our mind off something or to get their opinion, advice, humor.
It's amazing what we let clutter our hearts. This poem is what I wrote that night in the spring when I wondered what it would be like to talk to a person that cluttered my heart a lot.
Something Beautiful
I want to send you
something beautiful
and I don’t know why.
You don’t need to say
anything.
But wouldn’t it be
something if we dropped differences
and I called you and we
didn’t talk about the past
or religion or even our
days and how they went?
We could talk about bugs
and butterflies
and this new cool pen I
got.
The one I will write
poetry with
and little notes to
people.
We could give our
feelings a rest.
They need a night off.
Wouldn’t that be something?
Who said we have to be
mad at each other in this moment?
What if we took a break
from the world and our stories
and instead told each
other a story or two?
Who says we couldn’t?
We’re different people
now anyway.
Wouldn’t that be
something?
To lay things down and
laugh.
We could thank each
other.
We could be happy too.
We could cry and let it
all out
because we will need more
space in our hearts
for sunsets and stars
that take our breath away.
For butterflies to rush
through after a kiss from someone we love.
And for other people and
moments we don’t want to forget.
You already left your
mark anyway.
We don’t need to hold on
forever.
I could meet the you that is now.
And introduce you to
myself.
We could say nice to meet
you
and tell each other
everything will be okay.
That would be something.
It could be beautiful.
It could be something.
It could be something.
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