a routine to maintain upkeep

With the cloth in my hand
I wipe away the dust, the grime,
make the porcelain shine white
and smell like lemons.

Week after week, it’s become a routine
to maintain upkeep.

With the breath flowing in and out of my nose,
I wipe away the splattered remnants
of anxiety’s lashes,
where she’s struck out against my body,
trying to take control of me.
My breath restores the light,
so I can shine, and smell like lemons.

Day after day, moment after moment,
minute after minute,
it’s become a routine
to maintain upkeep.

last day of a decade

This last day of a decade
presents with more importance than yesterday
even though that day too
was the end of a decade.
As is every day.

Tomorrow I will leave a decade behind
and enter a new one.
While society tells me how momentous this is,
I see it as another day,
another day gifted to me to be alive, here,
on this Earth as I am,
like today.
That, alone, is more than enough for me.

on that day

One day
you will think of them
for the first time in a long time
and you will think you can go back to that time
when you were happy, with them,
but then you will look around
and remember
they are not here.

On that day,
I will be here for you.