like this morning
of sweet biscuits dipped in tea,
i will make many mornings.
of coffee, of music,
of people.
long hair,
then short hair,
then long again —
the years will make me look different.
seeing me so often,
my sister will still remember
my face the same as seven years ago.
but my heart will change.
hopefully becoming kinder and softer.
i will tire of favorite songs
and find them again
in a magical moment
decades later.
pink hands becoming paler —
i will experience loss.
inevitably.
maybe i will be prepared then
to never be able to hold someone
i love.
buying more flowers for home,
embarrassing myself more often
with random declarations of feelings,
writing more letters —
i will make more memories
for myself
and the ones who will miss me.
i will experience rain for a last time.
another cup of ginger tea.
one more thing to laugh about.
and hopefully,
sitting in a front porch somewhere,
life will look just silly.
in the best possible way.
like this morning
of sweet biscuits dipped in tea,
i will make many mornings.
but for now
i'm here —
wishing the last of me well.
looking forward to tomorrows.