a warmer spring

there is no warmth

like a spring you remember


i was standing agape

while you hummed a song

and smiled at your neighbors

from the courtyard

and even though you were high

and probably still drunk

my tongue knotted up

and i couldn’t tell you


i am swallowing my thoughts of you

shoving them into the acid

hoping the bile erases you


i wonder if i will ever see you again

– sheila c.

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