it was an august day
and we were iming
on facebook.
we were just
sending
gibberish to each other,
random,
aslkdjasl :))))))) asdkjl,
type stuff.
the shit type of messages
us teens complain
and get annoyed about.
i said how your hair looked nice,
that it was longer,
now a skater look where it
hung above your shoulders,
instead of a buzz cut.
you said you bet my boobs
got bigger.
and you weren’t wrong.
you said you had to go
that we’d talk later.
i wish our
conversation
wasn’t shortened
that night.
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.
