as the title suggests, this was part of the twenty little poetry projects. it was difficult and i didn't think the end product would be good due to how nonsensical it seemed, but i had to for my creative writing class and i actually ended up liking it enough to want to post here. wattpad wouldn't let me put the link here for some reason but if you google it it should be the first thing that comes up if you'd like to take a stab at it as well :)
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The glow of her smile was as bright as the campfires
That we used to have on summer nights.
When I think of me and Grace in Florida,
The thoughts are so strong that I can picture it all:
The scent of the salty gulf coast,
The texture of grainy sand between toes,
The taste of orange juice in 80-degree heat,
The sound of rain against a roof top
And watching as the palm trees shake violently along with it.
Sometimes it is like I can both smell and feel the hot asphalt
Of the road we grew up on,
And sometimes I wish I could sprout wings and fly back to it.
Every so often it will pour,
Just like it did down there,
And it almost seems like it's the wind
Calling me home.
In Portuguese they have the word 'Saudade'
Which is a feeling of nostalgia and longing
For something or someone you have lost.
This is something that I feel often.
I yearn for so many simple things,
Like to hear "Faithy,
Let's play Minecraft,
Or watch the new episode
of Steven Universe together."
Or our mom's Rhode Island accent,
Telling us to "Get in the caa'
Or you're going to be late for school."
But now I am so alone,
Even though I am with others more often than not.
But I would give it all up,
Just to be arguing over who gets the last blue popsicle
One more time.
Maybe if I had been nicer,
Played more games with her,
Watched more shows with her,
Gave her the last blue popsicle,
We'd still be together.
But instead I sit under a cold sun,
The melancholy star that reminds me of what's been taken,
And yet even with all the loss,
I still cannot seem to lose the deep chill in my bones.
Even when I sit outside on the warmest of days
Without a cloud in sight,
Life cannot seem to blossom.
But nevertheless,
I will meet her in the future,
And learn to time travel as best as I can
In order to change the past.
I will say,
"Hi Grace,
It's been a long time,
And I know you don't remember me that well,
But maybe you'd like to sit on the swings with me,
Like how we used to before all this
And just talk."
Then we can lay under the Florida sky,
Gazing up at the palm trees and clouds,
As they turn grey from the storm brewing above,
But we stay right where we are.
