these are not the best days

October 6, 2008

autumn rose and nectarine sunsets and the streetlights are on
early in the evenings
it’s dark at not-quite-seven
and it’s cold, this
New England wind.
drafty dorm rooms
still, at least my kitchen seems cozy
with pumpkin and crimson walls
and someone always at the stove,
stirring soup or pasta or
nondescript-easy-dinner
life is flying;
the world outside my window is shades of purple
and leaves turning yellow on the tree
i still love the sea blue color of my walls,
and the way my photographs stand out against it
my down comforter, faithful winter friend
keeps me warm at night when he can’t be here.
i love to lie down in the darkness and
pull my pillow close and
breathe in the smell of him that still lingers
on the teddy bear he gave me.
10 days until he’s here,
and we can walk together under red and gold trees
it is fall here again;
already?
my friends are turning 20
we are all really adults now,
reaching that second decade
when we can’t admit we don’t know how
and have to pretend like we do
i’ve been living from p-set to exam to p-set –
days drop away in pieces
suddenly it’s two days later,
or next week
and i’m still wondering where my time went
my semester is 1/3 over
not so much, in the great scheme
but it seems like i just got here last week.
i’m feeling older, but not old
even though my hands are aching with the cold again
see, here it is:
whenever someone tells you "these
are the best days of your life,"
they are lying
because tomorrow always
always has the potential
to be even better.

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2 Responses to “these are not the best days”


  1. I enjoy the way you write your entries


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