foreign space - poetry&prose

like we used to

pretty dress

smiling, laughing

your hair in the wind

the way you kissed me on becker street

i was happy

i hope you were too

(your photos are still in my drawer. your makeup is still on my table. the bedsheets still smell like you)

let's be happy

in the future

at the same time but not together

please feel bliss when he compliments your smile

(it was the prettiest thing for me)

and i will laugh when she tells me a joke

(you were the best at that)

my heart is pounding

but i will accept our goodbyes

we're almost there

let's keep this promise

and not be sad anymore