july
hudson, ny
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him
i'm not quite sure
how or when
i realized it was you,
but i did.
she was pretty inside
and outside,
but she wasn't you.
i had been banking on you
feeling the same way,
but i didn't blame you
if you didn't.
you made lists,
one of which i joked about.
but i was listening,
hoping nothing from it
applied to me.
i wanted to be something
you wanted but
i figured i couldn't be
from the demands.
you smiled when
you saw me
every time you entered
the office.
my eyes went from
wherever they had been
to you,
though i know you'd
never even realize it.
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 (:
