I’ve imagined it so many times that the weight and the cold touch feel natural to me. But in my imagination, I always see what happens after.
Hush
Hush, my love For my feelings are not your burden
I’ve imagined it so many times that the weight and the cold touch feel natural to me. But in my imagination, I always see what happens after.
Hush, my love For my feelings are not your burden
When the sunlight hits just right And the edges of your narrow world shimmer and crack You can catch a glimpse of forever And realize all at once That you have all you need And you are already happy
I ask someone to homecoming. She says yes. I talk to my librarian about him. She hugs me while I cry. I get a 100 on my English essay. I leave school for a funeral. He was sixteen.
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