There will come a day

When I have no more teeth

I won’t remember everyone’s birthday

For whatever weird reason

Tapioca will become some sort of special treat

My worst enemies will become

My old, “ain’t what they used to be” dusty legs

Led in front by my slow and constantly complained about achy feet

My memories will be diagnosed with dementia

When they become a hazy and secondhand version

Of how they’re remembered and the way they used to be

I’ll be withered away by the things I never did say

We’d bicker all the time about how

I wouldn’t share my feelings enough about you and me

So here’s a few thoughts in my head that I want you to see

I’ve always loved change

Me as a person enjoys everything it brings

That was, until change met us

..Now I hate that part.

Because part of me is back there

The rest of me is trying to live a new life here

If I’m being honest

There are days where I miss you crazy and madly

There are the long nights where I wish you were here to still get mad at me

But, then there are these wonderful mornings

Where I Wake up to my real life now

Have a glass of orange juice

Sit comfortably and have breakfast bright and early

Realizing I’m better than good

I’m living my life just how I should

It’s just all the other days

It feels like my insides are out

I don’t wake up for breakfast

To sit and have morning conversations with myself

To try and figure out what that’s about

I’m just trying to learn what all this means

Before I’m old and grey and fall in love with tapioca