when the closest live farthest

by willeya

yesterday after my parents left i made toast
and drank milk
and the world went on
before i was ready
everything moves slow and glows with its color
when seen through a nostalgic heart
sunsets over the field
blades of glass bent by the wind
ripples of water when the boy jumps in
blueberry pie with ice cream on top
i write poems all day

the days it feels cruel that the closest live farthest
i look in the mirror and say three times
you are loved
and thank God i have them at all