sad music
and
captain morgan's

the arts,
dancing spontaneously
dancing terribly,
holding everything together—
wrapped in nice clothing
hidden behind humor—
when things are really
falling apart

music
a choir
of laughter,
pleasant memories
old friends

super heroes and
a pair of comforting arms.
sadness
the places in which
i used to reside
places of family
and old traditions,
of music
places where
my footsteps are followed

warm summer evenings
in dim yellow lights
cool ice cream,
melting into old conversations
remembering old places

intelligence and
beauty,
a force of gravity
pulling others in with
open arms,
a forever
kind of companion

a best friend and
a sister

shopping,
at my favorite place
warm sweater dresses
and our laughing faces

exuberant positivity,
working past the line
preventing others
from feeling how i do
because
no one should feel
as i do

literature,
and classical music
a wrapping paper
of aesthetic

blue.

when people think of me
this is
what i am
these are
the things that
make me.

these are
the people
who have shaped me

these are the pieces.