i’ve never thought in

future,

only up to ends

.

it didn’t seem like

this

was what my body ever wanted.

it couldn’t imagine

taking its first ragged inhale,

even though that could change things

.

didn’t think of wallpaper

for walls,

the feeling of grieving

death,

the face of my forever lover

.

but now,

i wonder what this tree will look

like in seventy years

(5/1/24)