My Happy Thoughts

Doing good work, and seeing the payoff;
Berries, and berries, upon berries and berries.
People who are far away,
Still know my name
Love me the same;
When I think I look beautiful,
When I think I've done well;
Easiness and awkwardness and on top of this a past
That makes something that is less than what it was still worth holding onto.
A new delicate necklace;
And how I'll never forget this
longing though it's reckless
for people and places and things, my checklist
Of passion, of experiences
Think of anything, anyone on it, my heart tenses
I miss her like I knew I should've done all this time
She taught me about freedom.
Cowboy songs, he sings unexpectedly like my Grandpa used to;
The talents of my friends, the way living eventually must end
Motivates me not to pretend that I'll be here, as I am, forever
Rhymes and rhythm together
Feeling silly and mildly clever;
These stars, my stars, on my shoes, and the ones over my bed
Hang across the world above her head, too;
Not knowing exactly what's next, what to do
Overuse of the word "coo'"; Marco, my boo
Friendships that are brand new,
#9, #10, #11,
Blue.