We all have those stories
that our family tells.
Cute little anecdotes
remembers in a similar way,
that somehow illustrate a quirk
or charming attribute
of the people in the story.
in the retelling,
we see something we didn’t see before.
A light bulb goes off.
A piece of information slides into place.
there’s an explanation.
“I’ll be nice to her ...
You don’t realize how much of yourself
until you start picking up the pieces again. One by one,
meandering in darkness,
squinting to make out what
it is you’re collecting,
it is you’re building back up.
Hansel and Gretel at least
planned ahead before being captured and eaten,
leaving themselves a convenient trail back home.
But you don’t plan for an abusive relationship,
There is no need to worry about where I will wander, for I will not walk this earth without you.
Be it up in the mountains where we are close to the sky, the stars and the moon within our grasp; surrounded by the open air, the frosty breath of altitude, amidst the grandeur of Aurora herself, but if I cannot turn to see your smile, nothing else is worth looking at.
If it is between seeing your ...
I still myself for the sounding crunch
Of pine cones and deciduous leaves
Falling, bouncing off the eaves
While squirrels bound to find their lunch
The softest noise, a tiny munch
The dying world, the crisp air grieves
And carries winter on its breeze
Causing bundled shoulders to scrunch
The smell of cinnamon and cloves
The hot chocolate brewed in daily droves
Future pies picked from the groves ...