NaPoWriMo Day 17: Many Days Late, No Dollars Short

My heart is stranded, an empty parking lot
and a flickering light, while
your eyes say a leaving I know I won’t survive

There are places where everything changes; others where everything stops
finding the difference
is critical

We met in a summer classroom
weeks behind, wondering
where the teachers had gone

Our footsteps echoing
Right place, wrong time
Right wrong, place time
Or was it the other way around?

I leave you these things that are inessential
A heart, a memory, a playground at night
I am lighter, drifting
       floating away
                  like dandelion seeds in the breeze

I am. So. Behind. I got sick and it just sapped all the strength and creativity out of me. I was just trying to Not Die From The Cold Of Death so anything above basic survival was noooot gonna happen.

Teacher Pretty
Middle school ESL teacher, lover of pink, eater of kimchi, addicted to Etude House, expert procrastinator, meeter of 2-dimensionial popstars: Ana. That's me.

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