Sunday, September 15, 2019

Company



The people who notice your absence are those whose presence you want in your life. 


Monday, September 9, 2019

My last first



My first day of school
A backpack full of jitters;
My mother’s eyes 
Say more
With that one last wave
At the door. 

To live
Is to tick boxes off the list.
The more, the merrier —
Then, the more sparse
Only a new beginning
Can bring. 

Do we grow bolder
Writing more chapters —
Now we take time
To reconsider. 

When was the last time
I trembled,
Showered in waterfalls
Of the unknown

The pinnacle —
I would rather miss what was
Than what could have been.