Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.

I remember giving you my hand,

as we looked out at the large expanse of land.

Everything seemed possible then,

but what seemed like a start, was actually an end.

You were pulling strings I didn’t see,

using my own heart against me.

My world got so small, and you controlled it all.

except

for the part of me, that couldn’t give up being happy,

and with this little left,

I can’t wait to see: What is next?