Writing

I walk outside my door.

To hear the breeze today

See what it has to say.

"I can't go on no more

My friend has left the sea

No longer wild nor free

Another offering to the fall

We walk, side-by-side

Don’t these rides seem smaller now?

Or have we just grown in size?

What if this is the end?

 Dear Time, You remind me of the Sea. Unable to be restrained. Unable to be controlled. Unable to be contained. You are merciless, yet your movement is necessary.

And yes, 

you deserve one: you 

who has stars in your eyes and 

infinity running through your veins; 

you, whose heart becomes so heavy 

with the sunrise that you 

I was small and stained with summer 
sun, grass blade knees, and scrapes 
all over. Morning dew and wild schemes, I lived 
inside the world of dreams where faeries hid 

Friendships are complicated—sometimes they bring joy, and other times they hurt. 

Sometimes they feel full, and other times lonely. 

But just staying by someone’s side—just being part of their life—that matters.