Day 12 – New


The air is crisp tonight,
The scent of fresh blooms and green leaves carry on the drizzle,
The trees reminding us it is never too late to begin.

I walk home steady and remember I never need permission to start again.


Week 19 – Stumble


I am too good at beginnings.
They last so short, bursts of adrenaline sparking my heart when I see your name.

I feel wise beyond 23 years when I let things begin at the end,
Hope the way I leave you is better than a cold night in Hoboken, coat held to my chest, wondering when I got so lost.

It is so easy to smile at your butterflies.

Let me stumble into your arms.