august
hudson, ny
-
her
the days turned and
suddenly a week
had passed us by.
notes were passed,
jokes were made,
feelings were never
pursued and never would
be as far as i
was concerned.
it was a night i was
in need of.
the wine was strong as
we sat on the floor,
making jokes about
you and i dating.
my boyfriend for a night.
you handed me a
plastic cup of wine and
i took it gladly.
as the midnight buzzed
around me and the stars
seemed to glow like
fireflies around us,
you held onto her hands
and messed with her ring.
my heart sank
but kind of fool was i?
thinking maybe you liked
me instead of her.
not that it mattered,
anyhow...
4am rolled around and
i walked home alone
as you two sat together in
the dark.
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 (:
