Photo by Athena Rajnai
Tradition is a beautiful thing, especially when it involves the people that you love. In these 3 poems, I tried my best to outline the phases of creating traditions alongside someone, having those traditions tarnished and broken, and the eventual healing process of it all. I’ve not had the best experiences with romance during the holiday season in times past, so this set of poems is especially sentimental to me. I guess this is my way of telling myself that it’s okay to not be in any sort of relationship during the holidays, and to instead use this time to focus on the benefits of alone time, and the self reflection, love, and acceptance that comes with it.
1. if it were only you and i aside from all the earthly delights that distract us from our parallel view one thousand years would be too short a time to create everything and relive it over and over the way we so desire 2. i keep calling you back to my heart in an instant the red center of my chest flushed with noxious bile in years past the falling of night was loud to avoid the darkness now it is much too silent 3. the murmur of the fireplace calls me to the living room somehow i am temperate on the couch a melody ensues from the radio speaker and i soon realize it is only you i stand up and dance with myself