January 1, 2014
Do you hear that?
It sounds like
The start of a new song
After the old song has been removed off of repeat.
It’s the sound of moving on.
But it’s not a
roll-your-windows-down and turn-the-bass-up
kind of anthem.
Not the kind you feel beating in sync with hopeful hearts inside young chests.
Not the kind you feel thumping beneath hundreds of feet on a dance floor.
Not the kind you fake with liquid courage or intoxicated empowerment.
It’s not the sound of electric guitars or screaming out loud or exploding stars or
tires scraping marks into the road in front of your house.
No, it doesn’t sound like that at all.
It’s the sound of the refrigerator light when the rest of the house is dark.
It’s the sound of resisting the temptation of settling for less.
It’s the sound of apple cider in wine glasses.
And it’s the sound of smoke rising from dying cigarettes.
It’s the sound of 2AM, when the phone is finally put down.
But it’s not an angry, bitter, “I wish I had known better” kind of sound.
It’s the sound of driving home,
And I’m the only pair of headlights left on a dark road in winter.
It’s the sound of the stoplight turning from red to green.
And it’s the sound of not looking back in the rearview mirror.
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The Why of Things
PoetryThis is not necessarily a journal or a diary. These snippets aren’t necessarily fiction or nonfiction. They’re not necessarily all personal, first-hand experiences or even told from my point of view. I don’t necessarily write for all 365 days of the...
