When you face the kind of reckoning

I have

The choice that’s beckoning,

To fight or buckle,

Stand and white knuckle,

Or sink into the sand.

I chuckle

How late we learn in life that all

Things pass, great and small,

Good things don’t last – 

Translucent flowers, running fast,

Laughing for hours, and the last

time I said I love you

Before the moment passed. 

In that case, each minute from that now

I’ve clawed back from the dark somehow

All matters yet doesn’t matter,

The point is that I’m here.

The first snow, the first celebration,

The first wedding, and graduation,

The first time to appreciate 

The space within a Year.

I’d rather perish than be pitied,

Live life kind than live it sh*tty,

I’d rather scream than leave this city

Or leave 

This life with you.