future days

poem fourteen

I wrote this poem ages ago and it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while. When I wrote it, I was thinking a lot about graduation¹ and specifically life after I graduate². I feel like there is so much that I want to do and there’s always the possibility I’m not going to be able to do them.

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what if i never get to see europe in the summer

blue seas and cobblestoned streets

never get to taste tiramisu in italy

or wind freshly made spaghetti around a fork

never get to go on a road trip out of state with my friends

wind in my hair and sand between my toes up north

what if i never get to explore the cities

and visit the local cafes and bakeries

never study the architecture

never take photos of the sunrise on an early morning walk

what if the future doesn’t quite work out

if i’m trapped eternally

in this town i have been in forever

with only the four walls of my same and plain old room

and old photos from younger, better days

clinging on to the ghost of being free

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1. this year!

2. next year!