I once knew a girl
Who carried a brown, hand-me-down satchel
At her side wherever she went
And never said hello,
Never said goodbye.
She always said "how goes it"
And "Until we meet again."
She wore the same thing every day.
Black leggings,
Always paired with the same rainbow headband
And light blue jean jacket
Walking along stone pathways
That lead to her classes,
Humming a tune
Of some song no one knew.
But when we reached sophomore year
She wasn't on the paths anymore.
She wasn't in my classes.
She didn't answer my texts,
And the only thing I can think about
Is her last "Until we meet again."
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Puisi"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
