The Day I Stopped Rewinding

I stopped rewinding the same scene

Stopped asking what it might have been

The mirror looked a bit more kind

When I let go of looking back

Not because it didn’t matter

But because I’m tired of shatter

I want a life that feels like home

Even when I’m on my own

The day I stopped rewinding

Was the day the light kept finding

All the corners of my chest

And turned them into someplace rest

I take the long way from the store

I notice skies I missed before

The world is still the world it was

But I’m less scared of what it does

If you return as memory

I’ll greet you with sincerity

Then close the door, not out of spite

But out of love for my own light