the first time i remember where you were at the stairs too,
was when i'd just gotten out of art and you got there at the same time.
standing awkwardly on opposite sides of the corridor:
one on their phone trying to figure their shit out,
one waiting nervously for a more familiar face.
i wanted to talk to you.
the kid sat on the stairs
as the other was against the wall, probably just glancing at the face no one could see.
with no visable eyes, i glanced too.
moved to the floor dead center in the web of people.
apparently that kid became linked to everyone.
why?
i wanted to know you too.
sitting in the corner,
the other sat in the one opposite talking to one of the reasons for locks.
i understood why, i mean wasn't it so clear?
specific spots, shmicific shmots.
sat by each other,
in front of,
diagonal,
beside finally.
i don't think i noticed because it felt natural.
towards the end,
when too much time was gone and wasted;
one time you leaned over me reaching for something and just stayed there a while.
that.
that is when this kid realized they craved touch from certain people.
please hug me.
how could your presence be taken for granted?
howhowhow
nothing felt right without those who left.
i'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
all things forgotten//all things never said
Non-Fiction***trigger warning for entire story*** i get it. i'm emo. this is for me tho. just let me make my own type of art. maybe this will help me remember. **trigger warnings** before certain chapters. for the people involved in this, rule...
