craters of my moon
parts of me i’ll never forget
new dawn, new stars,
but what about our hearts?
memories and burdens, conversations shared,
all represented by the bits and pieces of hair.
they lie on the floor, a girl not wanting to forget.
she stares at the reflection, “who is this i am?”
in the photos, the letters, the awards up on the wall,
i stare at my past, the self who may be appalled.
her lopsided bangs, the dandelions blown,
oh, how i wish i could hug her close.
strips of paper folded up into jars,
insides revealing constellations of parts—
laughter and tears, etched into my soul;
wishes and hopes, cradled before the world;
people i relish to see every day,
the ones who listen, who deserve all the cake.
i cling to them through the ever-lasting night,
even as they slip through my fingers, abandoning me to cry.
they’re bittersweet tears, droplets i can’t take back,
the moments and fragments i can no longer grasp.
a pair of scissors could never cut it away—
my joy, my anguish, this past year full of stakes.
i desperately bundle the severed strands,
but they fall through my callouses again and again.
forgotten is my face, distorted is my voice.
i reach and reach, only to be toyed.
eyes i knew skim past my face,
greetings arriving split-seconds too late.
old friends, old peers, they don’t seem to care,
while here i am, still suffocating without air.
i gaze at my galaxy, the universes inside.
all of a sudden, it’s time to say goodbye.
goodbye to another chapter of my life,
goodbye to twenty twenty-five.
