Sometimes I wish
things were different
or better
but when I look around
me, I realize I don't
want anything to change.

"pinky promise"
they both said
fingers interlocking
"i'll love you forever"
two young kids
with starry eyes
holding each other
scared of dark
brave with each other
"don't let go"
words whispered
fingers interlocked

The beauty of here
Is not me
Or that you can see
With the exactitude of what is
No, the beauty of here is you
And that you're willing to look at all
At this reflective, moonlit, sea

Never say things
to people you might regret,
because it may be
the last thing you ever say to them.