Now

2020 | 13 years old

each old thought seems to slip away

with each day

new ones are growing and i hope with time they’ll blossom

they rise with these newfound realizations

we must approach them with caution

now is so contrasting

from the paths we thought we’d take

each speculation we used to trust in

is now sleeping and will never wake

what strange person could’ve ever proposed

that we’d be present in this particular path, diverged

unlocked a door long closed

old voices were left unheard

so incredibly similar and yet pieces of ourselves are alien to the other

the handshake that begun it all spilled a pool of different colors

now is so confusing

nothing turned out the way we thought it to

the turning of the page has placed us here

where this is just another thing to hold onto

here is so confusing

so conflicting with past thoughts

but this lost, long lasting thing is improving

here and now doesn’t feel safe

but this convalescent thing has made it better

now together we can visit the past’s grave

every now and then we’ll send a letter

Time