We Don’t Talk About

(A poem inspired by a couple characters from my stories)

We don’t talk about that night

A bar and a girl

The way she smirked while flirting

And the way she touched your arm

We don’t talk about the goodbye

A fight and a kiss

The way she fought the tears while yelling

And the way she tried to pull you back in

We don’t talk about the reunion

A run-in and an argument

The way she glared while walking away

And the way she treated you like a stranger

We don’t talk about the emotion

A guilt and a longing

The way she still runs around your mind

And the way you wish to have her back.

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Oh, hey.

It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so I’m not exactly sure to begin. Do we start back at the beginning, when a kid in fifth grade got a compliment on a writing assignment and decided to make it her dream? Or do we go the teenager in high school with a story complete but no confidence to try and publish it. Maybe we can flash forward from that to the 20 something year old working on a story she began shortly after that fifth grade breakthrough. When she had enough confidence in herself that she turned her story, her work, in a blog that she kept running for a good while.

How many of those versions of myself would be disappointed of today’s model. Months without writing any words. Another slump, drama at home, a thousand reasons, but no real excuses. 

How many New Year’s resolutions have I broken?

I’ve lost myself for a little bit and now I’m trying to get back on track. I miss the writing. I miss the blogging. I miss the other bloggers. I miss being a part of a community of people who like to share their stories and ideas with the world. 

So here I am.

Welcome home, don’t be a stranger again.

Since it’s been so long, I almost feel like I need to start from scratch. 

But where to begin?