18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir

I Remember We Cried the Same

Wholeheartedly

Sobbing with our bodies too

Our eyes would flood, and our mouths would instinctively frown as if imitating a comically simple sad face

We hunched over, and tried to cry silently

I remember when I used to have your arms to cry into

More so, I remember when I didn’t