Reid@YWP

On today of all days 

I am alone 

Tomorrow I would fly 

Away from my frozen life 

Through the wind, across the moonlit sea 

I would rejoice in pastels and fakes 

The meeting room is filled with noise. People talking and laughing as they greet their friends. This is the first time I have ever been early for a meeting, and it’s not nearly as fulfilling as I anticipated.

Have you ever met someone who truly feels like your other half? Who completes you? Not even romantically, I mean even a friend who mirrors your soul, reflecting back the sweetest parts. Well, I met one of these people last spring.

It sounded like the popping of a champagne bottle. 

Come climb the willow tree,

up the weeping branches,

Claudio, from that play we read

years ago in school,

he climbed the willow tree

to make a garland for himself,