three years flew by
like evening breezes,
rustling through the trees
and brushing against the nighttime firmament.
we aimed for the moon and became shooting stars,
and our camaradarie couldn't even be scratched by diamond
if only we stayed at this school forever
roaming the halls and relaxing outside
lying in the grass during lunch
after core classes
and
piano-violin-cello-viola
practices
if only, if only, if only
we stayed friends forever
YOU ARE READING
ginger tea masochism
Poetrya small poetry collection. ["one meeting" was originally published in THE TEACUP TRAIL in july 2014]