last year
everything had just
changed

mascara stained the pillows
memories crowded the mind
thinking what did i do
to get left behind

sitting at a desk
on cringy conference calls
crying
“i like what i do here”
i was lying, and wanted to stop trying

last year
everything that needed to
changed

//

this year
a whole heart
rearranged

dancing happens in the shower
connections old and new revived
thinking what did i do
to get this lucky kind of life

sitting at a different desk
telling someone’s sweet story
smiling
“i like what i do here”
and there’s a future i’m admiring

this year
my thoughts on change
rearranged