as i watched him walk away
i told him to stop
surprise spread across my face as he did
he slowly turned around "yes?"
"do not come back for me
when you're lonely at 2 am
when you need a shoulder to cry on
when you need someone
anyone
do not come back for me"
and it was me
who walked away this time
if he said something
anything
after that
i did not hear
and i did not want to hear
having the last words
gave me all the satisfaction
i could ever want
in and ending
-k.f.
YOU ARE READING
his name was kentucky
Poesíaa collection of poems about the first boy i ever loved, and lost.
