You only age
a poem
To grow old myriads of realizations that youth adolescence doesn't include its return trip
To grow old knowing that emptying your lungs on a pouring rain and to jump down slides to play chess with Emily and Jason to walk the aisle or to be at the end of the aisle can only remain in history
To grow old knowing that yesterday’s events can only remain in yesterday and whilst tomorrow leaves it uncertain it also warrants the approach of calendars’ ends
Because in this lifetime, in this body, you’re confined in you don't come back to it you don't relive the memories with those sitting beside you and when the day suddenly comes when the sun stops shining and when The Rolling Stones stops playing when this becomes a ghost town you will realize on the death bed you only age and don't go back to loath yourself for not living life to its fullest for coffins to close with bucket lists still full ambitions of how you wanted to become an astronaut unfulfilled to wonder over how you spent the entirety of existence repeating cycles, you don't want to be in to do things you don't want to do to be in places, you don't want to be because at the end of the day it's your life and only you can bring content to it So why not bury regret before it buries you? because under your wrinkles is soft infant skin under your scars is a childhood spent in the fields and where your heart lies where your experiences are those are what you won't return to when you only age those are what you’ll leave behind
and when it suddenly hits you, you’re a lifetime late
You realize that stories end in full stops.