I Am Not Now I am not now who I will be Come the end of summer, when they leave. I am not now, this April of college envelopes, And the very last of each annual event, Who I was before they came, Seventeen years ago, roughshod and early, Tearing me tight, Reshaping my every shift of breath. For me, it has all been joy upon joy, Even the hard parts. Because I had lived all that time before them, waiting, For my life to begin.’ Slowly, I begin to remember focus, And how it works, As I must. Yet, who will I be, come autumn? That season after they leave, So abrupt, Same as they came into my life, Simultaneously. KD
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 00:07:48 +0000
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