Changes (written by Sarah Bennett)
Spring has found it’s way back. My hair is getting long again and I no longer see you at a funeral when I close my eyes. Someone nearby has the radio turned up and I find myself not minding. I used to mind. I used to miss you. There is something I feel like saying, about distance or time or forgetting. Maybe about guilt, or how I survived. The sun sets late and I feel like walking. I feel like moving, packing my things and finding a new home. I spent months longing for roots, but there is something romantic about leaving and not knowing where you’ll end up. Maybe I just need to go for a walk. Maybe I just need a small change. Maybe I’ll cut my hair and not want things to go back to how they were.
Sarah xx
the softest words 