july
hudson, ny
-
her
sometime after the 4th,
we all found ourselves there
in the park,
wine in cans
as we laughed
getting drunk
with the sunken sun.
he knew a back way
to get home.
sunset avenue
it seemed so fitting.
walking too fast
as i slurred my words,
trying to romanticize
the moment we were
living in.
we parted ways that night
and i didn't think
a thing of it.
she'd admitted liking you,
which i thought
was weird.
she was so indescribably
perfect,
so undoubtedly gorgeous
and you didn't even
look at her half as much
as my eyes caught hers.
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 (:
