i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

but this semester it seems to not be the case.

today is bursting at the seams, with little moments.

little disappointments,

little setbacks,

little loves,

little joys.

today the name has been re-invented.

today the name sounds different.

soon the bitter twinge will be forgotten,

soon the catch in my throat will slide.

today i see a different kind of future,

and today it feels okay to be alone.

yet today i am still thinking about

you,

and me and the maybes that lie dormant,

stirring and rustling, but never consistent

and my heart needs to be reeled in again and again.

my hope is in the wrong place.

i need to be strong.

my essay needs some work.

i'm not looking forward to tomorrow's classes.

these are the thoughts in my head,

these monday nights.