Maybe There's A Way To

With All Due Respect, If You’re Forty-three, Then I’m A Fetus.

It Was A Mistake," You Said. But The Cruel Thing Was, It Felt Like The Mistake Was Mine, For Trusting You.

I Want To Know Why This Is Such A Part Of Me. I Want To Know Why This Thing That Happened To Other People Has Happened So Much To Me. I Keep Looking For The Lesson.

It’s Up To You, Not Fate. True. But It Was Also Up To Lily. That Was The Trickiest Part.

Because It Is Senior Year I Have Begun To See Things As Potential Absences. The Things I Love Will Become The Things I'll Miss.