Company

The people who notice your absence are those whose presence you want in your life. 

My last first

My first day of school

A backpack full of jitters;

My mother’s eyes 

Say more

With that one last wave

At the door. 

To live

Is to tick boxes off the list.

The more, the merrier —

Then, the more sparse

Only a new beginning

Can bring. 

Do we grow bolder

Writing more chapters —

Now we take time

To reconsider. 

When was the last time

I trembled,

Showered in waterfalls

Of the unknown

The pinnacle —

I would rather miss what was

Than what could have been.