Trying to Find the Words

I cross out the start, and trace the whole thing, but my lines aren’t quite perfect, and your words aren’t quite smooth, and I look across the white part of this paper, slowly shrinking, slowly filling with nothing meaningful.


Who has made a difference in your life in the past year? How so?

The answer, as obvious as it is to me, seems sacred.
Like I equally want to scream it from the rooftops,
as I want to lock it away in a box.
For this difference is so crazy, so bizarre,
it doesn’t feel real.

You’ve changed me.
You’re changing me.

“I don’t think I like change as much as I thought.”
She said.

and I get that, but change is inevitable
You can’t stop it
Just as you can’t stop gravity.