Every morning that I wake up I learn to accept that not all places I have been are places I will return
sometimes, there will be faces I was so used to seeing that will never grace me again
there will be blue eyes I was so fond of finding from across the room that I may never look through again – ever changing, sensitive, like ice-capped mountains not able to bear the light of the sun
at the realization that I am never getting any of these moments back
my life slips forward, my foot hits the brake, my mind locks up for a brief moment
but almost gracefully
it slides on top of the unsalted winter roads and straight into an eye-opening halt
I can’t live one foot dipped into a cold ocean of the past and the other on a warm beach of what’s to come
I need both on solid ground, to walk boldly towards tomorrow –
fully prepared to discover
new places,
new faces,
and different colored eyes.