ankles crossed
hair tumbled
eyes tangled
reaching for your words
like they'll sing the same as they did in october
graduation is a pretty way to phrase goodbyes
and I'm terribly sorry that it's all we write about,
but most people tend to fade into the sheets
as they unravel.
I was never well acquainted
with handling endings with care.
And I never appreciated the grey of not-knowing.
(or beginnings)
so I watched the middle child as she
grew and
slept and
fought me.
(her name is ava)
because the fact of the matter is,
I was always first,
but she was always kinder.
and she's never had her own october.
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