18

I remember so well
eighteen minutes ago
(how can it be years?)
the calm, the storm, the push
and here we are and we are not
you counting eighteen
and breaking the ribbon
bursting into a whole new race
and my heart swells even
as I calculate the loss
of these last six birthdays apart,
your push more powerful by far
than mine could ever be

 


Day 12: Write a lament poem. (I mean, it’s rare when I don’t…) 


 

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