I learned
To count to two
In elementary school
Thought I'd count shooting stars
Fireflies
Little things
Counting to two
Seemed so simple
Now I count people who left
Count gravestones
And the number of flowers I place
Is a number that keeps climbing
They didn't teach me to count sorrows
In elementary school
Hello.
Are you awake?
Now, are you sure?
Completely
sure?
Every day we breathe
inhale
are they short gasps that come and go before you can manage to say that it is
okay?
because it is okay
I hope I've told you this. I know I've told you this. I know I'm sappy and being too sugary can make us sick, but it's Thanksgiving, 2024, and our first one to say the least.
they dream of white christmases
white as the bleeding hearts drooping by the summer window
stolen from their vine as a child’s breeze tumbles by
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