you are the one
who flips off country singers
that twang and sing
about living each day
as if it was your last.
you know what that means
more than they do. it is
the pulsing restlessness
bristling inside,
already aware that this
is just the beginning of the end.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
