A boy walks up to me smiling, food in one hand, confidence in the other.
He asks, what's my order? Nuggets.
The conversation was short but his smile was long and wide, happy.
I left. Alone again. So, so, so, so alone.
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Four Poems for the Thankful & Sad
PoésieI've been feeling some big feelings at a pivotal time in my life. I wanted to share them on Wattpad for the sake of anonymity and nostalgia I feel. I might add more as a write/change this into just a collection of poems instead of this specific set...
