Please don't cry
Growing old was
never for me.
The "old" part of it
perhaps is not so bad.
But it's the growing
It's the watching blue veins
creep up your ankles
And the pressure that builds
in your throat that comes with
reminiscing, knowing you
can never return.
That's the part that
scares me the most.
But you cannot skip
chapters, so I have
decided not to read
them at all.
This is a good decision,
I promise.
You will thank me
One day, when the sun
rises and the stars fade
You will realize this is
just how it was meant to be.
Autumn leaves do not
attempt to fly
after they've fallen
So why should I?
I do not mean to say that
I am some otherworldly
power who has chiseled this
fate in, next to Shakespeare's
death and the fall of Rome.
No, I only wish for you
not to worry.
I do not want to see you cry.
-
rhiannon merlot
