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we’re feeling closer than ever before
greeting hellos in distant passing
an acknowledgement of an external fight
we’re fighting inside

there’s no blood on the streets
and the lights illuminate every window
we’re living a history book, real time
we talk so much about nothing at all
we ask about each other’s day
and mean it

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play me that song you like
the one where we dance in April rain
let’s be restless through the night
aloof in summer linen

and when we feel out of sorts
we’ll wear our blues and
remember every line
I’ll gaze as your lip curls,
crescent moon

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the youthful glow
a ray of sun
bursting through the sill
egg’s yolk spilling
soaking into burnt toast
the back of my hand is
warm from the sunlight
the cutlery reflects
right into my eyes
my father spoons another helping onto my plate

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sometimes I find myself
dreaming of my past selves
and how I can become them
more beautiful, more youthful

I’m learning to celebrate me
by not wishing to be
who I was yesterday
what a disservice that is
to consider today nothing short of
progress

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I’m doing my best to
make time and celebrate
all the parts of me that
I can’t quite seem to love.

for I am only pieces of this
delicate machine
and if all I can do is
my best,
then that’s what I’m going to do.

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disguised as an exercise in growth,
I reinvent myself to please others

I’m not meant to be some
beautiful, constant metamorphosis, but
the slow burn of a candle
becoming something gradually and
enjoying the way the flame flickers

I’m changing; if not overnight, then
over my lifetime
and if that’s not something to applaud
I’m not sure what is.

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shaken like a snow globe
my world encapsulated with my favourite things
and my sense of worth, locked within it
there to please, mantlepiece

a sight for sore eyes
I’ve staged perfect photos in perfect scenarios
painting worlds of envy
earning validation like a coin purse

I’ve written universes
constellations of stars
connecting the stories I’ve lived
shouldn’t that be enough for me?

lately I’m singing songs no one hears
and writing poems because I want to, declaring
any path I choose is mine to lead
I am everything I was meant to be