The Bells

At 9pm,

The bells rang

And we glanced up

Admiring the stars

Wondering where we fit in.

At 10pm,

The bells rang

And you reached for my hand,

Nodding at each other

We knew.

At 11pm

The bells rang

We lay our heads on the grass

Curling our toes around the spears.

At midnight,

We were gone.

Possibly a part of the stars.

No longer tangible.

And still the bells rang.

#Enough

I do not need a gun to protect –

I need to load minds

with the ammo needed

to fight the notion that

shootings are expected.

I need to shield them

from the

crossfires

among those who believe

that their lives

equate to $5.46.

119 deaths.

$650 = 1 AR-15.

Do the math. It does not add up.

I refuse to add another factor to this equation.

Graduation

You will outgrow me –

which is okay.

I just hope that the love that I fostered,

finds a home in you

Even as the memory of

me

freezes over.

Young Adults

We are living in the dystopia

that we used to read about – except

chapters keep ending

abruptly

without any promises

To this story’s end.

CXM

And to see your happiness

Brings a happiness that I never knew

captured by yellow.

You have found the sun

In your son.

Escaping from our trajectory,

you now orbit around one another

creating an entire galaxy

that I admire

but am not equipped to exist in.

So I exit

as you two collide.

A big bang.

A new life.