It won't be like jellybeans those exuberant pebbles of sweetness perfect and bright; breadcrumbs leading into the forest of birthdays, anniversaries, and what are you doing at threes it won't be like that
nor those doldrums those basins of comfort. inescape. with edges so steep always pulling you back, for it is just so known
not those summer days by the river languishing the humid heat encompassing you making you feel close if not sweltering, straining from it, against it
it will be a cold winters night where your breath is not taken from you but frozen there, in your lungs