I don’t ask for much.
I just want to live a life filled with light-
to make pancakes on Sundays
and read the comics while drinking coffee in bed
with a lover as our limbs lay interlaced,
to close my eyes and absorb the ease and promise of new beginnings of the Autumn breeze,
to stop and listen to the wisdom the trees have to whisper,
to cry all the tears I have to give without shame and break my own heart
over and over again so I can build myself stronger after each
end.
While people become slaves to time and grow increasingly preoccupied with having everything
I hope they leave me all the small things-
the ordinary, every day magic
that adds up to a life
well-lived.
A.P. Bastian 