Wind hits my ears like an anxious heartbeat.
The freshwater of rain meets the skin of my cheek,
becoming saline
as it mixes with the salt of my youth.
Beading, streaming, falling away,
as tired shoes carry begrudging feet;
moving me further from yesterday.
The sunlight of tomorrow
sits tucked away safely below the horizon line.
I’m joined only by starlight in silent reverence.
Noticing the absence of the moon
is a grief that I share with the sun.
We share the same burden, too.
Always forcing tomorrows,
Because today always becomes yesterday too soon.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 7:41 PM UTC
Wind hits my ears like an anxious heartbeat.
The freshwater of rain meets the skin of my cheek,
becoming saline
as it mixes with the salt of my youth.
Beading, streaming, falling away,
as tired shoes carry begrudging feet;
moving me further from yesterday.
The sunlight of tomorrow
sits tucked away safely below the horizon line.
I’m joined only by starlight in silent reverence.
Noticing the absence of the moon
is a grief that I share with the sun.
We share the same burden, too.
Always forcing tomorrows,
Because today always becomes yesterday too soon.
From my upcoming book (2026 release) "Life is a Forest"
-R.F
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