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p h o t o

I scroll through my camera roll,

watching your face blur past,

memories taking up the screen,

each one favorited by me—

the old me,

the one who ate ice cream by the beach

without worrying about if what I am inside

is enough to get people to stay,

or if my outside is the one to blame;

the one who had sleepovers

without planning each conversation 

in my head, 

who wasn't preparing a witty remark

days ahead

for everything said;

the one who felt completely loved

with her best friend 

an arm's reach away

a simple poem that isn't necessarily my best, but they're important thoughts I needed let out. love you.

love,

mari