duct tape

It’s okay

That some things

Are meant

To be temporary

Just as an intricate snowflake

On the sidewalk

Melts by the morning sun

The smear of dust

Across a chalkboard

Anticipates being written on

Once again

So, it waits

There is a delicate

In-between

The universe holds

A pause in the matrix

An interstellar binding

Tainted with limits

Promised with smiles

Hopes of forever

With intention

Of permanence

Helpless anticipation

Our longings since

Are lost

The possibility of forgiveness

A solitude of safety

Comfort to the past

Who yearned for this

An inscription

For a better future

Silence for today

Bloodied knuckles

Into the pavement

Cursing the world

To help me remember

Who I was

Before I found this place

These places

Don’t always make sense

They are rumbles of thunder

Echoes from wind

The feeling of longing

A house into home

Remembering

The importance

Of impermanence

Infatuation with growth

The metamorphosis

Between the newly recycled

Paradox of expectation

A lunar cycle

Of a fluorescent ocean

Expelling resiliency

And cursing declaration

That some things

May end

And That’s Okay