Misspelling My Own Name
Ayden Scott
I found comfort in you being there
regardless if you actually noticed or not.
There was a time when I found comfort
in silence.
I didn’t have to search
for something to fill the void that
surrounded us.
Maybe that’s because it didn’t feel like a
void, but a space to escape the
anxiety of running out of things
to talk about.
I don’t want this moment
to fade into normality.
To classify it as
yet another point
of the day.
It feels like I’m
coming to the end of
something.
The last time I’ll
be able to do
something.
What worries me is
that I’m not sure what
this thing is;
it’s not the end of me,
but it is the end.