Keep your head up,
Keep your heart strong.
Since when did the trees that line my grandparents’ street grow so full and so tall? How is my baby cousin already eligible to vote? When did these lines appear on the faces that I love?
Then, the circle of your friends
will defend the silver lining
I’m sitting here, listening to “Poison & Wine” by the Civil Wars on repeat, soaking in the melancholy, trying to get it to hit me the way I know these songs used to. I can’t seem to connect with it today, which I guess is a pretty okay thing.