Weren’t we just kids?
Catching frogs in our cousin’s backyard, kicking dirt off our shoes
Rolling down hills, grass tangling in a blur of green stains and skinned knees
Three of us would fit on a twin bed. The soft glow from the crescent moon lamp on the wall was the only light
loneliness what a contradictory thingto wake up to an empty bedto sit across airto say nothing, allowing for your tongue to numbas it…
Most people find normalcy in their downfalls, their mistakes, their sins. They acknowledge them, shake hands with them, walk away,…
