new normal pt. 2

how crazy is it that we go from living our lives together everyday to not being able to see and feel each other for months on end;

how crazy is it that i have to hang on to the last words i heard from you on the phone, or the last photo i took of you, or the only shirt i have that’s yours, or the last memory i have of us, which at this point, is as vague as last night’s dream;

how crazy is it that i’m still here, waiting for a miracle to arrive

new normal

my heart aches for the moments

that used to take my breath away;

existing in that soft and quiet in-between when i wake up before the morning rush,

staring out an airplane window,

the way my stomach feels when driving up and down a hill-like street,

dancing in a bar until two in the morning,

hearing the song from the crowd in a stadium,

ordering my usual pasta dish in my favorite restaurant,

looking at the the sunset on my walk back home,

walking on the sand,

holding your hand,

kissing you good night,

or simply waving goodbye without the uncertainty of seeing someone again.

— my heart aches to once more live out the passions and sweet simplicities of being human