Wine pours and tears fall into the hole that always was.
The hole shouldn’t be there; her mom should.
The hole shouldn’t be there; her sister should.
The hole shouldn’t be there; her best friend should.
How can one piece together something that was never meant to be whole?
She lives broken in a world that overlooks her genius, so it’s up to her to shine the light within. It’s up to her to get back up. It’s up to her to keep pushing.
I didn’t want to be alone during all those parent nights.
I didn’t want to walk home after volleyball, gymnastics, and track practice.
I didn’t want to be alone during my high school graduation.
I didn’t want to be homeless.
So, the wine pours and the tears fall into the hole that always was.
She will get her time to shine. She will have someone to send reels to at 2 am on a Tuesday. She’ll get her G-Wagon. The hole will fill with love and eventually close.
Will you be there when I dance? Will you be there for my first half-marathon? Will you read this? Will you be there to pick up the pieces the next time it happens?
