Reminder, a series by Drew Myron

This is no. 11 in a series of reminders that serve as notes and poems to myself — and now you. Is your head as crowded as mine? It’s okay, jot a note and take a rest.

You don’t have to linger

in a loneliness that makes you blurry.

You can fill in blanks make up a story

sound out the silence with something

more than understanding,

stir the understanding with something more than tears,

stir the tears with something more than surrender.

In the math of wanting,

you can contradict your self

praise the grace of quiet things

the malignant sadness and

surprising sweetness of

every day.

— Drew Myron