Leaving

It still hurts To watch a car pull away Knowing goodbye as only a months-long chasm, If luck should strike. After all these years, A childhood of summer vacations At a chaotic second home-ish. An “Aunt-ing” Amid the loss of self, the sewing together of the new with what was left to scavange. After beingContinue reading “Leaving”

962 More Days

I understand the material, The concepts and way of thinking, the degree of work Isn’t fun, but it is manageable. When I don’t have 48 hour migraines. But that’s not my life. I hate that I sometimes have the thought, “Well, all I have to do is survive 962 more days and do my best.”Continue reading “962 More Days”