the last round

i never felt alone or smoothed down glitter-spheres onto paisley boards;

i guess that's the biggest change.

cool air reminiscent of september reminds me

that this is both an end

and a beginning.

roll of the eyes, cliche smile

chocolate-dipped like my spoon

honey-buttered like chicken.

ebb and flow

ebb and flow

you leave

and he or she will arrive;

bright, fresh, smooth clay

waiting to be pressed

like cotton marshmallow bags.

you mean so much to me, i convey

with meaningful stares

and purposeful exit music [for a film.]

indeed, i have grown

but i feel like the same person.

aging begins

i close my eyes and slip into the abyss

of you and me and everyone we know.