I am watching my past self through the window
She keeps busy making meaning, making memories

Making improvements, making it work
Hands full, and heart, as they say, in the crowded room

She can’t see me because to her, I do not exist
To me, she is legend, a god among men, iconic

(Kris Jenner controlling the narrative
Kris Jenner letting go)

I would pound on the window if I could
I would break this glass to reach her

Somebody tell her no one is coming
Somebody tell her she can trust herself

Somebody tell her things can be hard
And better at the same time

Somebody tell her I’m waiting
Somebody tell her thank you from me.

*”Always remember you’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”
                                                                                     – A. A. Milne