Tomorrow is the heaviest word here

It is too large to pronounce

Too solid to swallow without seawater

I have no more room in my mouth for it

I'm stiill learning how to say "junior in high school"

My language refuses to break itself to let a new word

A new world

In

Here I am

Heart pressed against the tide like its pulse matches mine

The sky my only textbook

She flips through colors like pages

We read whole galaxies

And before she sets herself down

She looks me straight in my fear

Says "There is a beauty in moving on."