untitled
It’s 6 am
and sadness hits.
one memory
collides
with another
in a domino effect.
Births
collide
with deaths
collide
with lost friends
collide
with loneliness.
I miss the comfort,
the electricity,
of a live band
and hundreds
of bodies moving
in sync.
I turn my stereo
to max
but it doesn’t
replace the
feel
of the bass drum
in my chest.
So I cry instead.
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This hit me hard.
I am also amazed with the way you used collide to literally make your ideas collide.
Things are a struggle sometimes. 💜
The bass drum …an experience I can relate to that makes the poem hit particularly hard. Thank you.
I love when the drum replaces your heartbeat. It’s one if my favorite things. 💜