august
hudson, ny
-
him
you can't possibly think
i'm in love with her.
there's no way.
she and i could not be
more platonic.
or more drunk.
we're holding hands in a
complete haze.
and you look so pretty,
your hair so soft in the
darkness with the only light
being from the stars.
wine in plastic cups
and goldfish lying around
we're such typical
college kids.
i grabbed your hand
and didn't let go for a long
minute,
memorizing every single
crease and line that it had.
all the creases and lines
that it made it yours.
and for a split second,
it was mine,
too.
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 (:
