out of all my friends
who came to my thirteenth
birthday party the only
attendee that seemed
to matter was you.
you gave me a yellow card
with a small cupcake on
the front of it,
with “dayumm” in
a word bubble.
you gave me pajamas,
a pink tank top
with a cat that says
“bad kitty”
with matching
black bottoms that have
the cats face in the right hand
corner.
i wore those pajamas
for the longest time,
even now,
at age nineteen,
six years later,
i still have them folded
neatly in the drawer under
my bed.
YOU ARE READING
with me
Short Story❝I wish I could have told you goodbye. But I didn't know. I didn't know.❞ © tilmorning.
