Reid@YWP

Isn't it funny 

how you can write 

your life's story 

with a realization 

that changed your world 

and have no one 

ever read it? 

Isn't it funny 

You can find me inside the flower-patterned shoe box, where I hide the tokens of my memories. The birthday cards, polaroid photos, and even bottle caps represent my life and relationships.

Regret has many meanings, and this time I feel it strong 

For "love" can be the right word, and yet so very wrong. 

I've kept all boats tethered, left none to sail away 

My last time

Walking down steps

Of a rickety, yellow home

Leaving shouts and laughter

Behind me

My last time

Walking down steps

Of a home I hated every afternoon

Flowers bloom, bees buzz. 

Waves crash loudly on the shore. 

It’s summer, at last. 

Fall had come, and close to its end, it approached. The air became brisk, with winter awaiting in the future, and as a girl wandered down the sidewalk, autumn's old skin shifted through the air above her maple hair.