Such Great Heights

Later,

It is later

Than it was five minutes ago.

It always is.

It's 15 minutes of corn maze, two glasses of cider, 8 yards of fabric later.

It's an hour of toga-tying, two hours of poetry, and fifteen minutes of campfire later.

Sixteen years, 48 hours of music, and 1 1/4 years of high school later.

It always is.

I'm sitting here in an ugly sweater,

Trying to retain warmth in my extremities,

And trying to write out exactly what I'm feeling right now.

It's like trying to herd cats,

For lack of a better analogy.

You know something?

One of these days,

I'm going to just have to walk away.

One day I won't be able to remain so deaf and blind to

The differences in this house.

Someday, you will see that

I am intelligent.

That it upsets me when you blow me off with a sound of contempt.

Someday.

But not today.

It's never today.

I just spent a very long time editing a poem.

It was harder than I though it was going to be.

It was very difficult, in fact.

I do admit.

The copy that is all written upon,

Asks at the end of the last stanza

"Who is this?"

The last line says "I love you."

In quotations in everything,

Because it's thought from the person,

Because the poem builds to this moment where the

Character realizes they're actually in love.

So it says "I love you."

And your very poor handwriting says

"Who is this?"

And I want to write,

"You, silly."

Below it.

Even though this poem actually

Has nothing to do with you.

But I still want to write it.

I always do.

And there are certain people who will read this,

And I hope that those people

Do not know who I'm talking about.

While there are others who will read this that I know

Will know who I mean.

And that's just fine.

I am sleepy.

But I don't dare go to bed,

Some force is keeping me from just surrendering to dreams.

I'm not sure if that's good or bad.

I'm just not sure.

To be honest,

I don't feel sure about a lot stuff, most days.

I am sure of these things:

I must learn to let go.

Togas are difficult to tie.

My friends are lovely.

Herding cats is apparently, very difficult.

Goodnight,

Adieu.

It's later again,

So much later than it was ever meant to be.

"I love you."

"Who is this?"

"You, silly."