Mind Mist (an original poem book)

6/29/22

i suppose i do think of you a lot.

i suppose i do think about the 29th of June more than i should,

two whole years have passed,

and yet it feels like yesterday.

sometimes i wish that i hadn't been so scared,

maybe then we would've worked out.

maybe we'd still talk, and there wouldn't be a huge elephant in the room every time we saw each other.

i wonder if you think of me the same way.

do you still think about what would've happened,

if we had gotten together that night?

if we hadn't just looked at the stars while i rambled about how nervous i was,

if i was willing to be brave and tell everyone,

if i wasn't scared to lose my best friend.

so much has changed, we're not even half the person we were then,

and still,

i wish i had said something more that night.

"wait," i should've said.

"we can make this work."

instead i tried all summer to try and make up to you that i was a coward,

and the second anyone thought a thing,

i fled.

june twenty ninth. twenty twenty two.