Move Over, I’m Moving OnA Poem by The Things She Noted
I saw that you were pregnant
Jenny’s getting married Mary bought her first house But we’re only 25 Are we not too young A picture posted of Anne With her soon to be husband Lisa posted a story Yes I’ll be your bridesmaid Visa won’t stop phoning me Thought I’ve blocked the number I can’t pay up My mom yells down the stairs That I’ve worn out for years Dinners ready But I’m too busy scrolling Seeing Patrick and his puppy Franny on her flight Out of this sad town England Where she always said she would go I eat my pasta Though I said I’d cut out carbs Mom asks me how’s my day been But I can’t say Because the lump in my throat Is chocking me I just nod and smile Am I too old to be at the table That I hit my fist upon as a teenager Yelling at my sister in angst She’s moved out now She’s moved on from here So why can’t I My phone rings through dinner Mom says it could be a friend Wanting to see me But all my friends Are too far out of reach Unknown number Voicemails left Mailbox full Past my limit Pay up You’re not a child anymore Ignorance can no longer be bliss Simply just a crime Charlie with her child Joined with Tara and her toddler Opening up fresh bottles Of prescriptions Sitting in my childhood room Letting the Valium seep in slow Pam got her promotion Ciera hosted the celebration My phone won’t stop ringing So I turn it off And lay in bed Eyes wide I can no longer blame my lack of life On wasted youth Can no longer pretend that days won’t pass And I won’t grow older How my knees snap And my neck hurts in the morning But I’m scared to lose the comfort of childhood Scared to lose the accessibility to self Giving myself to routine And forged roads No forks to eat with No path to choose It’s time to grow up It’s time to move on © 2022 The Things She NotedReviews
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