I screamed into the void:
“This is not a sad poem!”
This declaration was made atop a cliff
hurled out into the ocean
Not about the time we
screamed our lungs out in
the streets —
Saw your backpack as you ran
But this is not a sad poem
There are too many moments
passed
escaped
gone.
All of your friends
have ocean eyes
only mine
are
earth (and fire)
unflexible and
strong.
But
lionesses run in prides.
So this is not a sad poem.
I’ve just left you behind
to tag along instead of run
ahead.
It’s fine.
We’ll sail the ocean yet.
by simone
