we were growing up.
we were growing apart.
dig out our attachment,
harvest every word we’d speak.
the conversations grow shorter,
and the days longer without you...
you grew up.
you grew apart
and i’d like to say it wasn’t my fault but
i let you. i let you leave, tear up
roots, one by one, each time
taking comfort in the fact that
you still tolerated me.
you grew,
i shriveled, retreating into my
mind, time and time again.
i’m tired and alone, and
without you, i feel like a
wasteland instead of a forest.
maybe you needed to leave so
i could feel the sun?
so i had room to grow?
i think you’d know, but
you’re not around to ask.
-SIGNS OF LIFE, a poem












