july
hudson, ny
-
her
july kept dragging
and i kept falling.
you let me stay
for those long hours
where the wine
was brought out
in plastic cups and
the jazz played from
the speakers
like a lullaby in the
ever dwindling hours.
you shared your secrets
and i shared mine.
trauma buddies with
a past in cruel romances
that lasted too long.
we went to outings together
and i heard stories
from our friends about you.
she held your hand until
6am when you went drinking
and you messed with her ring,
the same one you
called stupid a week earlier.
i should've known
you'd pick her.
she's the image of beauty,
its impossible not to
love her.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Historia Cortaa short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
