maelyn

Today I

ran through the rain, hair

newly cut and weightless even though

it was drenched; I

ate strawberries dusted with sugar while

doing homework, pencil

tracing neat letters across math homework I

I love post-script, thought Benvolio as he sat curled in his favorite armchair.  His favorite music was humming through his airpods into his ears, and as he watched raindrops gather and drip down the windowpane, he fel

But at least I

still see the everlasting stars

sparkling in my eyes and

the constellations that connect them

to me.

The snow is twirling down,

dancing down to earth one

after another; it's

April, and

it seems it should be flower petals

raining down rather

than the flakes of frozen rain;

I imagine Spring is

In wrapping your arms around someone,

you're getting a hug, too.

In giving someone else advice,

you're telling yourself what you need to hear.

In writing someone a story or a poem,

I’m learning that one letter 

Can make all the difference; 

One letter, or 

The lack thereof 

Could burn down a dream or