Ancient Writing and First Attempts at Memoir

August 22, 2019

Day

(c) 2016 

Let me tell you 
about the happiest day, 
or at least the sunniest day,
or maybe it was a day when sky 
cracked open spilling rain or hail 
or fire. It was a day. 
And let me tell you about my companion.
The cat. That boy I had a crush on. 
My best friend. A girl I met, and in one
transitory moment the world held
until it didn’t. It left me void,
waiting, dispassionate,
because things end and I don’t believe
they should.


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