Nolan Tylor – “Double Life”

continually,
fall season reminds me of you
and a heavy heart does so, too.
the same counts for the milky way on a clear black sky
and a whole list of melodies and lyrics,
that seep into my bones
like young roots into loose soil.

these things keep returning to me
like socks that disappeared in the washing machine
and an enveloping fatigue
that takes hold of all senses after a long, exhausting day.
I accept
that this is one of life’s voices.
It’s a low toned mumble,
which catches one’s attention
without stirring up too much.

I never quite understood
why autumn embraces me so trustingly
even though I’m the worst
at letting go.
Staying, with the face in the gleaming sun,
returning, where no roads lead.
I have a weird talent
for carrying melancholy
and unwavering optimism
into my actions.
As if I knew for sure
that singularity is a myth.

I do still wonder,
which colors remind you of mine,
at which hour I catch your breath,
or what gestures let you stumble
and halt,
because they bring your thoughts to mine.
What is it, that makes me cross your mind
and do you encounter it
repeatedly?

as I am sitting on top of my sheets
finally feeling warmer
than the air outside these walls,
I come back to
a promise I made to myself
and maybe or maybe not
to you,
many times before:
everything will be alright.

xxj

p.s. mirror mirror,
I think I know, where the closed off heart
sits.

still.