Your Smile is Blurry

bus #3

i walked to bus #3

she stood outside, bag in hand

her eyes melted into butterflies in my 

chest

i can still feel her hugs, pressed

imprinted into my skin

why still? after almost 3 years 

its probably because I never said 

goodbye.

i wish I hadn't gone on that bus,

but, alas, I was conversing with the dead

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Hope you liked it! It's about this girl I met at sleepaway camp who i ended up falling in love with and never really fell out of love with, but she never knew ://