photos in drawers
facebook posts and empty spaces
instagram photos and forced smiles
names so worn and said too often
escaped through my own lips though no longer friendly
their routines
her persona
no longer something i would choose
but just something i miss the simplicity of
new ideas
new people
old already
welcoming arms but to my discomfort
too old for the old and too young for the new
raise your glass spilling with the white wine
or your solo cup of apple juice with your name etched in permanent marker
here's to never fitting in again
here's to a life with not knowing what to let go of.
-soo hyun
