Fast Future

Future suddenly thrust 
right in to my hands 
my feet beginning to tumble 
right down the path 
of opportunity
I have to be careful 
not to slip
make a mistake 
miss anything.


For it's happening
right now 
I'm growing up
growing older,
wiser?
I'll have to wait and see. 

How We Say Goodbye

As promised, here is me making the poem yesterday, better. 
Original couplet:
Saying goodbye
it makes me cry


Can't really find a picture that sums it up right. Apologies. 


How we say goodbye 
it's so much in the words
that we utter or cry
but in the grip of the hug 
the warmth of a head 
pressing in to a shoulder 
the heart beat that becomes
as heavy as a boulder
the tears that run down the face 
forever 
but really, not for long
in that warm, tight embrace. 


Hopefully it's a bit better than the couplet :')