Harbinger | July 08, 2025 (20:26) |

here comes the nascent of the deep end

father, mother, do you now feel young?

the highschool books are in disposal

closer to proposal than enrollments.

one day, Nicole will be flying abroad.

i'll be distant than i have always been.

the runaway will then give an applaud—

perhaps under impression of all my disappointments.

i welcome adulthood with my hand,

my steps will be right behind..

i'm still all in.

all my exes just look different,

i still beg they think of all i had been.

the changes in seasons are killing me.

i grew to the point of always missing me.

escaped this country for nothing.

i'm seen by the life i left as a pilgrim.

nothing is sacred in my own company—

only that liberals swarm me in.

my thoughts are written by my reticence..

to whom my utterance annoys smugness.

you have lived a great life,

slumber a moment and rest.

if per chance a star winks back,

let a firefly travel your wish high.

have your kids follow the brightest planet,

may your soul be halves of them.

a husband beneath your weight,

shall carry your struggles with grace.

this is the nascent of my wisdom,

two months more and i'll be twenty.

let this be a capsule of the lists—

i have lived a great life—

cross to agree.