i fear the day when i leave this room
i worry i may never see you again
i worry that our days will wither away
and “see you at home” will become “see you at christmas” and
i hate this room now but i loved spending time with you
and even now when i tell you “not right now” my future self pleads with me “yes right now. one day you will wish you had spent every day saying yes”
i’m still learning how to be a “no man” after being a “yes man” for too long
i don’t want my journey with self peace to become a place in time that i look back on with regret.














