it’s kind of like the end of a movie
that’s kind of like a cliffhanger
lacking some substance, a lot of fillers.
he agrees and replies
that it’s kind of like receiving a meaningless diploma
lacking responsibility and achievement,
Questions of worth are our killers.
but i say we are not all withered grapes,
old and sitting on a counter, fly ridden, colored grey
We walk different paths,
still holding hands.
we turned thirty today.
– Sarah E. McKinney