Poetry

I am grateful.

Grateful that three no-longer-kids,
Grown-up,

Jobs-and-girlfriends-and-college boys

Are there for me

Have my back

Even though we haven’t talked for a while

Even though we live hours away

We are such a cliché,

boy meets girl,

fall hard and fast.

Our heads are a mess,

would you wait for me?

Obviously.

To young to think anything through,

I remember that warm summer night,

we argued about who could jump farther off the swings,

we were only 14.

It down poured,

they didn't set the fireworks off,

you didn't care,

neither did I.

I’ve been going to a camp called Crow's Path since 3rd grade. 

And even longer before that but I can’t remember those days. 

People have come and gone yes that’s true,

And some stay and some move on,

An apple is

A reminder

A token to bring you back

To the day in the orchard

When you were six years old

Sitting on your dad's shoulders

Reaching for an apple

That you had decided was perfect

i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill

from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun

right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me

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Time moves fast

Tick… tick… tick…

It all goes

Gone

           Gone

                       Gone

Minutes go by

Don’t kill my birds.

Tommy pays taxes.

April runs a side hustle selling cursed bath bombs on Etsy.

They have dreams.

They have a 401k.

They just bought a tiny house in a haunted forest

I put on a sweatshirt,

Put on some pants,

Summer is coming,

And I don’t stand a chance.

I go downstairs knowing,

You tell me to just let it go and forgive,

Yet whenever I try, you remind me of my sins,

I just want to let it go.

But you can’t help but call me crazy,

A new wave of leaders is coming.

Now,

we must prepare for the tide to rise.

How their caring eyes show they care

Oh, how loved I feel

My favorite people surround me

Everyone chose to love me