good thing
the best thing i've ever had is a ticking time bomb
I know I have a good thing;
I know it is going to disappear.
Two more months, and then I’ll be gone
while you stay in the same spot.
You are unmoving; so is everything.
It'll all be the same! The floor will still creak,
you’ll still walk past my spot
except I won’t be able to call it mine anymore.
Will you remember that it once was?
What do I do with something so impermanent?
There is nothing I could’ve done to salvage this,
I knew that even before my very first day.
When I sit across from you, I try to take it all in,
but all good things end with time.
All good things are forgotten,
a fact you know better than anyone.
(I wonder if you think I am a good thing?)
Right now, you are still in front of me.
This is temporary, fleeting;
but even once the timer runs out,
it is always going to be a good thing.
Even if I forget your name, anything I’ve done,
or which way to turn when I go down the stairs—
I’ll simply remember that this was good to me.
I hope I only remember six months of bliss.
Laughter; smiles; sweetness.
I want to let this die as a good thing.
Goodness is all the closure I need.
oooh it’s my second substack poem! I’m not going to get too specific about this one, for I fear it would reveal who I am in real life. all you need to know is that I have such a good thing in my life right now that my cheeks constantly ache from smiling about it. I’m smiling as I write this!!, and yet, even though it is the most fulfilling thing I have ever been a part of, it is going to be over. there’s no workaround. it is a ticking time bomb - but a bomb can explode into confetti and light, can’t it? not all endings have to be bad. sometimes things can just be good.
check out the first poem I published!:


This gives me the loveliest perspective of you as a person, beautiful writing I must say💗
Love this! Very beautiful