by Penelope Pressman

I walk with my feet skimming the edge of the pond I’ve seen everyday of my life
watching it with eyes that grow older each time
running alongside it on feet that gain experience each time
lifting into the sky above it my arms that gain strength each time
filling it with tears I wipe away each time
breathing out the air from my lungs to create new ripples in its surface – each time
each time I walk by the pond, the pond watches me walk by

and now the pond watches both of us walk by
and each time we walk it sees us laugh
and each time we walk the ripples smile back at the happy squinting of my eyes
and each time we run the splashes of water push me back away from the pond and towards you
and each time we walk past the pond counts how many days its been without seeing any tears filling it

we aren’t the first to be watched by the pond, and we won’t be the last

© Penelope Pressman

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Penelope Pressman is a teenage writer and reader living between New York and Los Angeles. Her love and inspiration comes from her 2 sisters and 3 dogs. She is also the editor-in-chief of @fireworkstories. 

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