Poetry

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Wisps of smoke flick through the sky

a quickly fading whisper of what was

of what used to be

but not anymore.

Faintly glowing embers

tokens of the past

they fade away too soon

There's a lilac bush

or a tree

or a bush-tree

none of us can actually tell

and its name is Bob

or Barbara

or Bobara

none of us can decide

and it is a gender-fluid lilac bush/tree/bush-tree

I'm not going to lie,

I don't care -

I never really did.

I didn't last year

And I still don't.

But.

It does give me that

Teeny

Tiny

Itty

Bitty

Little

Bit of

Sometimes you just can't.

The hardest part is accepting it,

At least for me.

Accepting that you won't be able to

Carry every load

Be every version of yourself

Always be the best

Meet every expectation.

i am a dreamer

with plans for something big

something great

i have a purpose

i strive to live for 

and passion 

My fingers know the way

When my mind does not

I will overthink it

And misstep

Hit the wrong key

Cringe

And try again

If I let my fingers take the reins

I think we’d have something

I opened my window 

and

It smelled like summer

and

The cool night air

Wasn’t cool enough

and

It felt like summer

and

That’s when it hit me

That these days go by

The original three

the beginning, almost

of our bond.

In my backyard

reading books that we found

weird

gross

too informational

with comic strips

I don't want to lead

I do it naturally

Can I stop now

Is it enough

Is it enough for you

For them

To not always be

On top

All the time

Everyone

Looking to me

For examples

We laughed

We played

We had so much fun

We were

Always together

Always supportive

Brought the party

Wherever we went

We were

Fun

We were

Cool

We were

We were in Montreal

But this time you were there

And my friends

You said you liked my skirt

We got up from dinner

Everyone walked around

I walked close to you