Wednesday, October 21, 2015

a lament for love that has died

she sits in class with her
black pen cocked at an angle
and he is wearing a necklace

the curve of her face compliments
his furrowed brow
and i can imagine a worn photograph
of floral print dresses and
cocky slanted smiles

can you remember when their names came together in trains?
i remember when i imagined them smiling and young
crammed into the venue's dingy bathroom
kissing

and though they seem completely fine
her bun has only lost a few hairs
his shirt is only slightly frayed

i feel sad

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