At the library

She sits on her new favorite chair

Surrounded by the books she must fall in love with

“Long gone and moved on” in her ears, The Cab soothes her

Motionless, she drowns herself in past memories

Running back to a moment a thousand miles away

Relishing for what nth of time, she can’t even remember

The last dance she had withyoung love

Everything flows in her mind rapidly as lahar

And as if on cue, same as every time she remembered it

The memories stop on a day, 9 months and 3 days ago

Why her visions always stopped on that day

She’s not really sure why, or maybe she knows…

Because it was on that day that the hot sun turned into ice

When her fragile heart was let go, dropped, and shattered into nothingness

Then, the music in her ears dies down to a cease

And the voices of people around her come alive

She notices where she is again, things she has to do

Letting out another sad sigh, she gathers her things

She stands up and walks out of the comfort of college books

And into the streets, she sees what her reality has become

No longer a prisoner of that poignant memory

She breathes in the noise of the cars and listens to the smoke in the air

Still confused, but undoubtedly happy

Aware that she’s free, and loved by Somebody

She smile and erases the writings on a slate in her memory