little mes

i finally found the words for you, my dearest you did so well. proud of you.

i'd like to meet you again

but i always thought

i couldn't

 

bc if i met you again

and told you

things will get better,

i don't know what you'll do

 

bc i'm proud of who i am now

and that's all because of you

all because of the choices you made --

the ones you regret

the ones you relish

the ones that just are

 

and i get scared

that if i tell you

things will get better,

you wouldn't find me

 

 

 

so i hope i meet you

in a dream

 

i'll bring you tea--

sorry, i'll bring myself tea

and i'll bring you that warm

7-Eleven hot chocolate,

two cups, just in case

 

i'll hold your hand

i'll pat you on the back

and if you'd let me,

i'll hold you close

 

i am so proud of you.

always.

 

and you might forget me in the morning

you might forget our little meeting

but when you wake up

with warmth in your chest

tears on your eyes, heaving

and you don't know why

 

i hope you think of yourself

kindly

 

 

i'm proud of you.

things get better.