on monday when she went to collect her books
she found it pinned to her locker
a note.
written by a hand that had pressed too hard to the paper
as if trying to force the words,
confine them to the paper and free them from their mind.
i'm sorry i don't know your name, the note had started
and i'm sorry i don't know who you are
but the greatest depths of the ocean and the farthest corners of the sky
these are unknown to us to
yet they fascinate us, haunt us, draw us in
just like i am to you.
with shaking hands and shaking breaths the girl read the rest of the note,
i need to see you again,
and not just in my head.
because that flickering smile you gave me has been all i can see
every time i close my lids.
when she had finished the girl held the note to her chest
as if by sheer will
she could ink the words forever upon her heart.
YOU ARE READING
Possess | hood
ספרות חובביםmaybe when we say we want to fall in love we really just mean we want a place to fall apart
