Thinking Back
Upon reflection
There’s a madness that resides
Where an emptiness used to
Thinking back on the kites that lead me by the wrists through the past
To old songs played on my heartstrings
I realize that those melodies from the yesterday before
No longer have honey dripping off the syllables
The madness mentioned
Is more of a blissful franticness
Felt in every last nerve
And shocking through my fingertips
This franticness makes static
Sounding like a better day
The space before the opening notes
On my favorite record
The mass of friendship that used to orbit like everything revolving in the solar system
Has now become more of a sprinkingling of shooting stars
That visit me every night before I sleep
Every now and then
The constellation that feels like home visits me in my dreams
Thinking back
I see nothing but gateways
Into happier days