O’Bell, O’Bell:

So I grasp onto every memory I’m able to find.
No one dares make me leave them behind—
Each as thin as a needle, wholesome yet fickle,
mirroring the time frame in which you were mine.

I look upon the valley I once sought to climb,
When halfway to the ground, I began to realise—
That the sand was running,
because I was falling.
At the bottom of my heart
lay the finish line.
I must have been misguided—
in truth, blindsided—
believing I had a moment
to press rewind.

Still, I grasp onto every memory I can find.
For it is unfair to say to me,
‘Leave them all behind.’
Each as thin as a needle, wholesome yet fickle,
mirroring the time frame in which you were mine.

Oh, how my heart hurts,
from love’s wicked curse.
Here, my love lies bleeding,
where your feelings began depleting.
Gears turn and turn,
as monsters of doubt take form.
Their claws rip me open from the inside—
Akin to a mockingbird…trapped in its cage to fly.