Each Day I Write it Down

This is different from the last.
Nostalgia has been with me
sense my first memory
fledgling notions
buried deep
within the web of veins
that make up my blood stream.

My heart does not sleep
with me
it lies in solitude
next to you its empty beats
sputter out a steady rhythm
to match your even breathes
your eyes shut against the light
of mid afternoon.

The inertia of that moment
where the doubts melted away
is carrying me through the days.
Place your feet upon the path
and don’t look back
the shock waves will follow
as each step shakes the foundation
of all the things built previously.