Years Years Years Poem by Maya Hanson

It's been
years, years, years
since this morning
and I'm still lingering on the edge of life.

Like all things
it is guilt and bliss,
speeding headfirst into the train tunnel,
escaping with ecstasy.

Like all things
it is sweet and sour,
leaving these old train tracks and frail railings and broken people behind
but also forgetting a part of ourselves.

But in years years years
if we don't forget
we'll have a perfect round pearl
to place in the memory jar,
remembering the beautiful old lightning shows
while letting go of the pounding rain

It's been years years years
I need to see the world
but I've still found so many reasons to stay.