Dandelion seeds float back from a distance,
Gathered in the shape of an umbrella,
The sun rises in the west,
Fall to the east.
The bullet returned to the chamber,
Athletes return to the starting line,
I handed in the acceptance letter,
Forget ten years of cold window.
The smell of food wafted from the kitchen,
You signed my papers,
Turn off the TV,
Help me put my schoolbag on my back.
You are still with me.
Sometimes a thank you is bitter. I love you more than anything else.