her musings - poetry

juliet

do you remember middle school?
how we wrote and performed a musical
to a Shakespearean play in drama,
how you moved to the front of the classroom
just to sit with me,
how we sat side by side on the train
our hands close, but never touching?

then we were alone on the bedroom floor
you were saying those three words
i only ever heard in my daydreams
this should mark the blooming of a love
Aphrodite should be celebrating
but the timing couldn't be worse

you had to go
and who was i to stop you?

so instead we are mourning this love
we know is left at the mercy of
distance
wistful texts
& video calls
that's if i can get myself to
think about you
talk to you
look at your face
without crying and breaking down like
a drooping daisy with torn petals

here i was
mastering the art of small talk
checking my messages every 2 minutes
you know i'd still say yes in a heartbeat
to embrace the sandcastle we built
one last time ;
yet we both know that the waves will come to
sweep it away

but i promise,
i will always remember
how i was your juliet
and you were mine.