Fears

I have never been
as afraid of death
as I am today.

Never again to hug him, or
let him see in my eyes
how much I love him.

The ring that I wear
on the third finger
of my left hand
would cease
to have any
meaning.

I hope there is still
hope left for me.

Six Word Memoirs

Six words will never be enough.

I used to believe in mermaids
and dream of being an actress.

I can't handle math and science;
they don't make sense like words.
So I'll never be an engineer.

Sometimes snow melts on my face,
and I almost think I'm crying,
but it's only in my head.

Nothing is too much for me,
or so I thought until now.

I can't help but feel alone.

Residue

I finally washed off the residue of today.

Cleansing my pores,
I tried to remember tomorrow,
prepare myself for a new semester,
create a plan for some distant future.
I tried, but it didn't remove my
residual emotions.

Happiness. That after months of separation,
a reunion came.
Fear that I wouldn't make it home, and
that she wouldn't remember my face.
Love. For the people who have never ceased
to love me too.
Pain, because every hello is eventually a goodbye. And
Sadness. Because that goodbye eventually came.

And because when I wake up tomorrow,
today will be the past
and I will have to leave it there.