Nothing quite like it huh..
The darkest before the..?

The City suffocation
met with a hand
asking to dance..

In the yellow jeep—
On the lake house dock—
At the formals and those ‘parties’
In the backyard with the bonfires—
On the top of our lungs.
At the NYC extravaganzas and all those weekend shows

The City of suffocation
met with a hand
asking to dance..

In the Uber—
On the Amtrak—
At the 100s of airports and all those adventures
In the sunshine of JAX—
On the island of Aruba—
At every
‘hey how’ve ya been?!’
but the moreso
‘see ya soon!’

The City suffocation
met with a hand
asking to dance..

In the kitchen—
On the sidewalks of Back Bay—
At the apartment—
that we
once called
Ours.

The City suffocation
met with a hand
that let—
…
…
…go.

In the bedroom.
On the 6th.
At the end—
of my—
world.

Paralyzed.
Numb.
The City suffocation..

A pride check—
A truck ride—
A bridge.
The all ‘too familiars’
welcomed home with a
darkness.

Yet a renewal
out of something..
Broken—
A ‘failure-of-being’
met with a
comeback story.

The ocean—
Mom’s check-in hugs—
Your ‘small town’ self—
Family Sunday dinners—
Where it all began.

Give it a chance..
what’s really left to lose?

Familiar saviors
with the warmth of
our younger selves and
all our innocent soccer days—
met with strangers and a sense of
out of place-gratefulness.

A phoenix in a sense
and of the sorts
of it.
5+ years later.
Look at this fire—
remember this fire
of simple—
yet pure—
and the most genuine—
magic.

The darkest.
Darkness.
Light it all on fire.
Jetty jumps.
Ocean dives.
The unplanned comeback story.

The City suffocation
met with a hand..
this time—of her own—
telling her to
…
…
…dance.

—xoxo
A