when i first sat across from you i didn't mean to.
i remember thinking
'oh no, what have i gotten myself into?'
that was three years ago,
back when i didn't know any more than your name.
when i was just supposed to make sure you were doing okay
(because my mother asked me to)
i still do that
even though i never meant to in the first place.
now i know you,
three years later.
we are different people
yet we're the same.
and i still find myself asking
'oh no, what have i gotten myself into?'
but this time for an entirely different reason.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
