Poetry: All These Things I’ve Loved

I’ve loved all these things:

Friends, games, luxuries like

Cool morning hikes and play dates

Cannonballs into frigid pools

In spring

Afternoons spent curled up, reading

And long family dinners

Watching the sun set—

 

All these things I’ve loved

Dropped

Like superfluous luggage

 

“It’s the journey that matters,

Not the destination”

They promise

 

Well, goddamn

Because I think this journey is killing me

I don’t know where I’m going

(One foot in front of the other in front of the other)

But by the time I get there

I might be no one at all

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