By Mac Guerreiro
Eye know eye have to let this go,
Last weekend,
The choices you made,
The choice,
Eye have moments when eye do,
And others where eye’m back there again,
And the pain is so real,
It’s hard to simply sit here and feel,
Because it’s all consuming,
But eye’m reminding myself,
To relish in the easier moments,
The ones in which eye remember the regret you feel,
How you’d change directions if you were back at that steering wheel,
How in spite of triggering my most ancient wound,
You’re still the safest place to go,
That you’re home to my soul.
Mystical Mac 