I will work to restore you,
with turns and soft songs
to help the midnight,
because these aren't
just blog posts to me.
some might say
that that life writ large
has no relevance to today,
that we have both made our way,
moved on, but we both
know that isn't true.
not in the beds of our finger nails,
or the cracks in our glued-back-together hearts;
off me your arms.
and so I repeat,
that before the sun shows
too many more tomorrows,
I will work to restore you,
with turns and soft songs
to help the midnight
because these aren't
just blog posts to me.