dear oliver,
it’s been two weeks
since we told each other
our first, “i love you’s.”
it’s been two weeks
since we finally realized
how much the distance
really strained our
friendship.
i even forgot your favorite
color. oops.
but it feels nice to start
all over again. to play 21
questions with you. to smile
and have you smile right back.
i asked you, “where did she
go?”
and you replied, “wherever
she wants to go.”
i paused and looked
at you quietly. waiting.
“i told her that her
sunshine had gotten darker,
and i found someone
who shines twice as bright.”
“ouch.”
“i know, right? you should
have seen her face.”
quinn
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryQuinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is...
