life was good

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"life was good"

at this point

i'm not entirely

sure

whether that is an

epigraph

or a

eulogy

i'm floating in

limbo

between

wanting to see

who i become

and wanting to

never, ever get there

so i don't have to

face the

impending

disappointment

when i realize that i

am not

who i would like

to be

"life was good"

it's true

life

was

good

it was good on

summer afternoons

the sweet mush of

apricot

stuck between the

toothless gaps

in my child-sized

mouth

it was good on

fall mornings

cycling to school

under crisp winds

and red-orange leaves

humming along to

'i kissed a girl'

even though

back then

i thought i'd never

want to

kiss one

it was good on

spring days

spent lounging on

beaches

around the world

the heat beating down

on skin slathered with

sunblock

that might stop cancer

but certainly didn't stop

sweat

from pouring down

"life was good"

such a simple phrase

yet it encompasses

more than, perhaps

what a

novel

of a thousand pages

could

it's tinged with

melancholy

it's bittersweet

as though someone

poured a glass of

sun-heated

lemon-juice

over the words

but forgot to add

sugar cubes

and yet it's

warm

in a memory-filled

kind of way

because in saying

those three words

you explain

a hundred years of

happiness

"life was good"

i wish for that to be

both the

epigraph

in the story of my life

and the

eulogy

at the end of it—

life was good

life is good

she was good, too

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