November Spring (Thanksgiving) Poem by Maya Hanson

We raise our hands to space,
shout love through the tunnels
of everything we've been through.

We tear apart the city with how much we feel
and as I look over my shoulder at you
I swear I can see a November spring in your eyes,
just let me know if you're going to fall,
I probably shouldn't admit this but
I'll jump after you.

This is the only day
I don't regret
I don't hold back
I don't see you as permanent
but as a hand that could slip away
so I hold it tighter
because this is the day
I think I might be worth it
I don't see my mind as a broken machine
This is the only day
I take pride in loving humans too much.

Sometimes I forget that
the sun always comes up without fail
Today I can feel the whole world's arms around my shoulders
And as I reach for your hand
for once not wondering how much it will hurt if you go,
all I can think is
we should do this every day.