All that I Remember

My mom asked me the other day if I remembered something from my childhood. I didn't at first, but once she turned the FaceTime camera around so I could see, it seemed to come back to me. Vaguely. And after months of having nothing to write about, I finally had an idea. What do you …



My eyes well up with tears And I look up, quickly, at the ceiling Desperate to keep them from spilling over And running down my face What do I think is going to happen To the emotions And the tears After they've already spilled out? Looking up Only helps Until the first tear drop falls.