Until I Wake

the rustling of my hand

in the jar of freeze-dried strawberries

bothered me no longer as i grinned in the mirror

to see, finally, myself

wearing a genuine smile

and to hear

nothing

but the chomping

of freeze-dried strawberries

and on a piece of paper i’m yet to read again

i write to myself, please

don’t steal my memories

i live in fear of forgetting

though as days go by

i begin to do just that

and i’ll pray for another good day if it’s all i get

one good enough

it signs its name in pen

yet i’ll never truly know when the day will come

until i wake the next

and as i set my pencil down

i wish to sleep

forevermore