The time since the last day her hand gripped that pen (in that special way)
Two thousand nine hundred and twenty-two days.
Two hundred and fifty thousand seconds.
Eight years.
The memories made since the last moment that pen touched the paper (ready to move mountains)
Roller coasters and cotton candy in the summer.
The first night away from home.
Graduations.
The changes evolved since the paper filled with words (spilling longings and desires)
Lovers lost and found.
Identity discovered.
Adulthood.
The lessons learned since words became musings on life and death (an attempt to understand)
Follow your dreams.
Make the world a better place.
Don’t forget to indulge a little.
Today she opens her notebook and grabs for a pen – any old pen – and the paper fills,
Slowly, erratically,
With awkward words that fumble cautiously
Settling into new musings of life and death, again
A different life, a different death.