The 500th Poem

I remember when I started this.
The moment this sounded like a good idea.
My face numb from the freezing rain
As I walked across this tiny town.
I remember thinking I could never do it
But I’d try nonetheless.
I thought there wouldn't be enough inspiration
To spread across the last 12 months
But here we are.
I wrote more than I imagined I could about my heart.
Not enough about my past.
All too much about that certain boy.
 But I’ve done it.
500 poems in a year.
500 poems like time capsules
Taking me back to where I stood when I wrote them.
500 poems,
Good,
Bad,
Beautiful,
Ugly,
But 500 nonetheless.
And today when I stood in that spot again
Saying goodbye to the past year
And the town that made me
I realized
I’ve got at least 500 more in me.