I was told, not one day, does the sky ever remain the same
I could blink, and I would never see that same sky again
Gone, never to once more have eyes laid upon it
Now I sit, staring out the window
Taks forgotten
the sprawling mess around me unattended
Trying to memorize the clouds
The sun
A child’s gaze creeping over the fence
Shining from behind the wisps
I’ll never see this day again
I’ll never see this exact color all around me
This beautiful shade of blue
This exact moment
I grip onto it so tight
I hold onto laying, staring at a cracked tile ceiling with friends
I hold onto resting my head on my mother’s shoulder
I hold onto a broken little box, made from a seashell
I hold onto playing monopoly with someone I don’t know anymore
I hold onto a paper plate, drawing made only for me
I hold onto medals I didn’t really earn, playing a sport I didn’t like
I hold onto an old, hand-sewn dress, it doesn’t fit anymore
I hold onto singing songs as loud as I can, hearing my voice mix with theirs
I hold onto an old song I never really liked, but would sing along with my dad
I want to hold onto everything
Now everything is cluttered
And when I look around me, I can’t see those memories anymore
I just see a mess