Typewriter Series #2758 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Subscribe to my...

Typewriter Series #2758 by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Broken hearted, I look backwards, can’t call
this melancholy, it’s more, it’s some profound
sadness that runs deeper than Autumn’s
usual pains.  Life started again when the leaves
first fell, each year over and again
some cycle repeated and turned over
and brought forth again, we were new
and free to reinvent.  

Backwards, I look, and see myself in the backseat
of a beat up old car, I see snowfall in slow motion
I feel the heater and know warmth like I will not
again.  Aimless nights on roads with no
streetlights, the expiration only when one
had a curfew, some time to sneak back into
the house they’d always called home.  

God it feels so close, these moments, that life.  
I can so nearly touch it, feel the heater blowing
too hot, the coat collar still high against
the freeze I’d step out into.  I can hear those words,
the goodbye that felt seismic but now I know
was not.  Distractionless, free, every vein opened
to every moment that would come.  

Backwards, I look.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-