Writing

The war was over,

or maybe it hadn’t begun.

The sky hummed like a sweet lullaby,

and the fields grew wild with unbothered color.

Children ran barefoot through puddles

Tell me that I’m beautiful without telling me

Tell me that 

I make you smile

Tell me that

I’m smart

Tell me that

I make your day

Golden.

Glistening in the sunlight.

The smooth, metallic surface felt too fine to touch.

Like a perfectly formed apple, round and shiny

As small as a dollar coin.

Though it weighed much more than you’d think

Culmination.

Wrap-up.

Climax.

Soon to be the end.

The end of what felt like forever.

How do I tie up the ends of my life like this?

How do I say goodbye

Guilty pleasures.

I know they are.

I know I shouldn't.

I know all this.

Do I listen?

No.

Have I ever listened?

No.

Checking the doc.

Not active anymore.

Hadn't been

I don't know you anymore.

I learned this

Today.

Gone is the silly boy

As tall as I was

That purple beanie obsession

We all shared -

Tank tops in summer, Crocs all year round,

Not anymore.