Radio

my radio is quiet.

Ropes

what we used to have exists no longer.

gray rain

the gray rain changes with us as we age.

Overture

and all that once was thrums in the bass, low and steady.

regrets

and I remember the old days, where everything seemed light and blue. think of what could’ve been and never bloomed.

palette

i’m no longer 12, now 17, and i finally feel like i’m truly fine.

growing

it doesn’t stop hurting just because you’re older.

Growing Up

I do not remember…My first smile,First laugh,First steps. I don’t even rememberSeeing the sun for the first time,Or hearing the terrifying boom of thunder. But then the memories click into place,From the flashes of kindergarten to second grade,And more coherent galleries of colorsFrom third to sixth,And the heartpounding moments of junior highTo the trials and