you'll love you the most

you don’t miss the past, you crave a chance 

to access your history and tell yourself

the world will continue to rock patiently on its axis

regardless of the pace of the imprints you make

and there will be a better alignment, 

a configuration that favours you and 

the efforts that you betrayed the 

imposter inside your chest to chase

what’s the cost to vault River Time

to hold yourself in your arms

and say “the future brings these tears to drought

and blessings seal the way your heart breaks”

grief is too high a price, when the message is almost 

clear through the mist. you don’t miss the past

you just want to promise an adolescent-shelled ghost

(with your reflection): tomorrow’s tomorrow, you will be saved 

and you’ll love you the most

© Mollie Mardel