Reid@YWP

I listen to music 

On the bus 

With my teal earbuds. 

The songs 

Do not drown out the noise 

Sometimes I miss 

little things that meant nothing to some 

but everything to me 

Do you remember the childlike wonder 

on those rare days when we got to see 

Sweat gathers everywhere as 

I climb the golden pavement. 

The known ways, the known faces 

are waves in the sound. 

Shifting like the desert sands,

love is always changing.

Time is a rising tide,

not even the moon can subside.

Seasons fading into the next,

Reeling in the unknown,

As fate’s never written in stone.

In semester one of ninth grade, I met my newest obsession. In semester two, I suffered the consequences.