Can’t help but call
Admitting I was a fool
is no big deal
especially while sitting
on a front porch w/a cold one
—occasional waves at familiar
faces & happy tail wags
Smiling outwardly
I mostly reminisce on the inside
secretly admiring
all the impossible hands
I’ve managed to play
—and ultimately lost
april two thousand twenty-five
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A quiet honesty. It’s got that mellow, reflective vibe, I love how most of your poetry seems reflective 😊 This one is like someone who’s made peace with their missteps but still feels the weight of them. (Me) Feels like someone who’s learned to live with the losses without bitterness. 💯
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on this piece, LaToya.