So you're back, huh? I thought you graduated. But no. I have to deal with another year of guilt, of thinking of the twelve years we shared every time I pass you in the hall. I have to try not to smile at you, because it's still a habit. Another year of hating myself for what I did yet knowing it was right.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryBasically a beautiful mess of poetic and... erm, decidedly less so writing. Beware of the occasional full-on speech.
