The Way it is
You navigate through one-way streets
Memories and friends blur
As you travel
Someday you’ll
Reach your destination
And realize that
You passed me along the
Way
But that won’t matter
Because where you’re at
Is who you’ve become
To turn back and pick me up would be
Impossible
One Letter
May 24, 2026 I wrote a bit today. I played in the garden for awhile and I cleaned some algae off of a lily pad. I had to force myself to st...
