when I flip through my old notebooks all I find
is poetry written about you
I trace the curves of my s’s and turns of my q’s
to a time when you were you
and you and me was all I could think about
I run my hand across torn pages
tear streaked lines of ink and pencil
and I can see the memories all over again
dancing across the blue lines and
metal twirls of those spiral notebooks
that I always carried with me when I was with you
About Me
- Zoe Harrison
- "We're just dancing, we're just hugging / singing, screaming, kissing, tugging / on the sleeve of how it used to be."
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