the hardest thing
about growing up
or growing old
is the relationships you grow out of

love may be infinite
but time doesn’t mean
you’ll be in the same place
or the same time
always

eventually
you have to admit
that how you once meant to somebody
is now different

she’s not a baby anymore
she’s on her own path now
you blinked
and missed the old one

but
how you wish
like you could grasp it in your hand
a wish like squiggly worms
you wish
you could zip along, too

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Once again (sigh), it’s not Monday. I’ve been toying with the idea of switching to Tuesday and Wednesday posts.

Wrote this one last night. It’s difficult for me to watch my nieces and nephews get older. For some reason, it’s like I always thought they’d be little. Maybe in my eyes they still are. Even though they’re not. 😭

–AJM