October 24: Her
Sometimes I think about it in swiftly passing glances,
That it were me that you had chosen instead of her.
I ponder for a moment, but what I find in my intent is that I wouldn’t have lived my life this way.
I would have never climbed mountains, ran marathons, or have seen so many places.
I would not be the girl happily sitting here today.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Although a lot is what I endured,
But where I want to be and what I have loved along the way is being able to meet so many brilliant faces that have shaped the girl happily sitting here today.
October 25: Pretty
She was pretty.
Pretty enough to paint every line and curve that defined her face.
She could have been a portrait. Perhaps, she was a portrait, and we had been tip-toeing around a pretty inanimate object in the middle of the living space.
Room, she captured all of it, a space filled with eyes all resting on her.
She lived her life oblivious to the stares from the crowd.
She could kill any person with glancing murder.
She could have been an assassin. Perhaps, she failed at being an assassin because for her entire life she was a killer.
October 26: Light
I saw the light leave your eyes like the setting sun sinking softly out at sea,
And like the twilight of the evening I noticed the dark and grew concerned.
I was alone now under the floating tarp covered in thousands of twinkling lights.
Your light was no longer beside me.
And all I could do was continue moving forward.
Then suddenly, sometime soon, I know another sun will rise to greet a new day,
And I, like the dawn of the morning, will be drowned in warm light again.
October 27: Meaning
He asked me what I would say to God if I could have any question answered,
And I said that I would have little to say.
If I had to go on living after the question I would endure the rest of a life substandard,
And I would feel cheated at the end of the day.
To know what you shouldn’t know takes away the mysteries of life, And that is not how you should live.
You do the best you can until you reach the afterlife
Leaving everything else on earth with more stories to share and love to give.
October 28: Memories
We walk haphazardly down the street with our fake smiles
And all I think about are the other times we’ve been here in this place.
You think your own set of unique questions and I watch as your mind runs a race.
There are so many memories, but we comment on none.
We never pause to recollect or relive the fun,
And that’s how I knew we were over and passed the point of done.
I ended the relationship in my mind in an instant as if I solved our problem with a gun.
October 29: Language
I see your mouth move and contort into different shapes,
But I do not understand any of the sounds it makes.
Your voice has changed and the sounds that leave your body are unknown.
I listen to you like I’m having a conversation under water over the phone.
I know less of who you are as you go about your day. Your interests are different and you only deeply consider your pay.
Your familiarity grows strange as I lose my grasp of who you are.
You become the blurred details on the side of the road as I speed by in my car.
October 30: God
I am not a man.
I am the whole Universe,
Though no one believes.
October 31: Friendship
Here we are, five hundred and seventy- four fortnights after we first said, “hello.”
We were babies then and couldn’t imagine a life at the time where we ended up together.
You were the wild one, and I was the girl that was mellow.
We both rubbed off on each other and continue to evolve on this journey forever.
You said once that we were soulmates and I believe it to be so.
I think about this sometimes during the day, and I promise to find you in the next life when we both go.
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