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.

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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.

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check out the first poem I published!: