Winter is a soft,
cruel sea of acid,
swirling and churning
into a
slate
blue
moment.

Bitter is the sound of hearing rejection
two weeks before the Prom,
of hearing you’ll expire within months,
of hearing the sickening squeal of tires beneath the floorboards
in your car.

How many times must we say goodbye?
Too many long and drawn out mornings without you.
After sunrise, I have no one to wake,
No one beside me,
No one to shake.
Hundreds of times we have had to say goodbye,
Too many long and boring days without you.

What happens when you’re at a stand still in life?
high school seemed to go by fast –
and now you’re left with memories.
Whether you were the individualist, the beautiful
person, the jock, the punk rocker, or the nerd,
in the end you’re not concerned