Long I will wait

after a few years, after the feelings of regret and bitterness subside, sometimes you just wonder how they’re doing. and even if you don’t miss them anymore, a part of you will always care. did they get into their dream college? are they sleeping earlier, or are they spilling their midnight secrets to someone else? and most importantly, when people ask them about you, what do they say? were you the love of their life, or a lesson they could’ve lived without?

When you’re so focused on the future that you forget you’re in the present.

Speulderbos

Dear Poet

However lengthy the time, whether in seasons when river bottoms dry and rock and stone on the silted bed would emerge a fist, balled against sky