Go back to that age-old first love that you had.
Sink into your cushioned seat with a mug of chocolatey remniscience in winter.
Where is solace?
No where in the glaring sunshine or the bustling to-dos.
Crumble where you know it's safe.
Stay shattered for a fleeting moment,
because repiecing means work,
which there is, aplenty.
Come undone, apart into time fragments
and glisten the pieces that held the most love
and some safety in their bygone era.
the luscious memories still comfort.
The hot chocolate tastes bitter.
And like the saying, waits until Joy emerges
to watch the cup I quaff.