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