july
hudson, ny
-
her
"do you want to
get out of here?"
you'd asked me.
i looked at you
sitting next to me
as our coworkers drank
themselves into
a laughing fit as we
soberly made a conversation.
"yes,"
i answered.
i don't know how we
got the white wine
but we somehow did.
canned and sour
we nursed it in the public
park as you
made me smile wider
than i had in
months.
it wasn't you
i was looking for.
but beneath a pavilion
in the heat of july,
it was you i found.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
