Without Knowing

A poem about moving on.

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Do you remember that first time
Your bewitching eyes
clung to the summer light
Two months shy of your birthday
in June?

Or how
Your airplane heart
was always soaring
To heights I loved to imagine?
To places I couldn’t reach?

And I tried
To be your pillar in the storm
Your Fourth-of-July fireworks
Even as those sunset eyes
were always looking around the corner

So here I am

There will be days
When the night is dark
and I can’t feel the light
When everything that never was
And everything that could’ve been

Catches up to me

But I will try
To ride those storms
And find my own fireworks
Because in the end, I will survive
Without knowing