I left a friend's note in my pocket
By mistake last Saturday
It says "you are loved"
In printed cursive
She handed one to every girl there
Reminding us we didn't need a romance
Like they tell us in the books
I take it out of my pocket now
Feeling the paper between cold fingers
One drop of rain falls
Smudges the printing
I look up. The rain falls on my coat, my
Shoulders, my back.
My breath comes out short.
Is it truth?
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Allusions of Life // Poetry
ŞiirThe simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This i...
