there have to be
other places to go;
places with different spaces,
and people I know.

the loss of a time
that felt carefree,
even though
we know that it was not.

Raindrop,
all too easily collected;
happiness
feels misdirected.

Age,
now,
it’s reaching new heights.

Now,
it is time for you to leave.
Hold onto love,
hold onto the rail.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye —
let all that pain
and mental‑health struggle
float away;

Watching it all go by —
paper love,
and turmeric skies.