Trig Class Poem
We made time
To sputter and die,
To whisper away into oblivion
Uncertainty and obscurity.
We made time to fade
Into the annals of history.
I knew you once,
Trembling and alive
In transient, breathing wonder.
I miss you silently.
It might seem I am replacing you easily
With new experiences and vulnerabilities.
But I love you more than it would seem.
