They say people in your life are seasons, and everything that happened was for a reason. Why did our season have to end? I wasn’t finished planting the flowers. Maybe God had a blessing in store for another gardener. I pray that he nourish you right. Take your happiness to new heights. Then again, maybe I might return. To that place where we laughed all day and talked about it all night. I find myself fantasizing of all the good times. Wonder why I couldn’t see them when we were bonded. I heard it’s hard to see the picture when you’re in it. Like a sculptor to his work, God molds us to his likings. So I blame no one. This gift I have refuses to be lame. It has to speak out. The subject matter is YOU. Will we pull through? I know I know . . . Only if I remain true. True to you and yours. Only then will I be able to see the his & hers. These gestures aren’t offensive. They’re defensive. Against TEMPTATION. It takes many people to run a nation. It only takes two to vacation. So come, vacate with me. Lots of things to see and plenty of things to be.
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Nishea Nichols
Tarrant County College, Forth Worth, TX
Faculty Advisor: Catherine Higdon, English Instructor