bev,
you never got my postcard.
you moved away.
i didn't even know.
why didn't you tell me?
i found out
from bill.
bill.
your locker will never be opened
and your fiery eyes
will never read my scruffy handwriting.
i miss you
beverly marsh.
YOU ARE READING
postcards / benverly
Fanfictionin which ben and bev write each other poems on postcards and put them in each others' lockers, every day. (lowercase intended)
