Pay Day

You can see her during the week
Working harder than any other
No one knows why
It’s a shit job after all
But she works her ass off
Making sandwiches to order
Scrubbing floors of their filth
And when she’s not there
She scrambles from class to class
Jotting down every other note
Eagerly taking in every word
Her hours are packed to the minute
Yet, on her one day off
She awakes at the crack of dawn
Listening to the steady rhythms of a soft beat
They echo her own
And when he awakes
Neither move to get up
He only tucks her deeper into his arms

© 2016 Jessica Santos

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I’m Here Old Friend

“Just let it go. But, how can I? Nothing is the same any more.”

Now, I’m not afraid of the change. I’m more afraid of what I know to be true. They say the truth hurts but the truth hardly ever surprises me except this time…

At first, I thought it was anger. Then, my day went on and as I focused on how to get rid of it, I realized how wrong I was. It wasn’t anger at all. Instead, it was pain and sadness.

I don’t typically cry to express these two emotions. It tends to brew and hide itself under a false sense of anger which explains my confusion. (If I were to cry, that is usually out of relief.) So, knowing this, I know I’m not ready to let go.

I’m not ready because I don’t want to see my best friend in his last best suit. And the most painful part is knowing that he’s suffering. He use to be someone I sought for comfort. He was my protector, my guide and my right hand.

So, how am I suppose to let it go when the biggest question in my mind is what can I possibly do to help even though I know there is nothing I nor anyone else can do?

© 2016 Jessica Santos