Inspired by That I Would Be Good by Alanis Morrisette
At night
my reflection finds me
on the edge of coffee cups
and I sip slowly
each memory.
Youth is sweet
and bitter
in the evening hours.
I remember myself
in the storm clouds
and I know now,
I would weather it all.
But some nights,
my reflection holds me
and we sway
to a soundtrack
of ache and yearning
and thoughts of cold shoulders,
long walks alone, and skinned knees.
We would watch the opening credits
of my life, a 90s montage
of smiles, frowns and tearful faces
that have entered and exited my life.
I know now
I would weather it all.
Rain is still heavy
when you spend hours standing in it.
At night
my reflection finds me
in a tattered notebook
and I write each thought
a love letter, a letter of hope,
an apology
before I go to bed.
Poetic Trials 