august
hudson, ny
-
her
somehow i felt okay
as we sat there together.
she returned from
outside,
stargazing probably.
they started a quiet game
that lasted forever
and i wrote her a love poem
which she responded to.
then i looked his way.
i grabbed a sticky note
and wrote a poem for him,
too.
less of a poem and more
of a note about
how good it was to be
around him.
my laugh, which i hated,
finally felt good
and his jokes were my favorite.
so there it was,
i'd said something
about the feelings i kind of
didn't want to admit.
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 (:
