1. The first week you left, I kept on seeing your hand waving goodbye like the windshield wiper of a flooding car.
2. My body is aching for warmer days. Turns out it's not only the seasons that change when I want them to stay.
3. I still send letters into space hoping some mailman will track you down, recognize you from the description in my poems and remind you that there's a boy who still likes you. He doesn't know how not to.
4. Yesterday I carved your name onto an ice cube and held it against my chest until it melted into my aching pores. I cried until I couldn't.
5. My heart is now like a press flower, a tattered bible and my knees are bent, like the corner of a page. I am waiting for you
6. If I knocked on your door tonight and asked for you back, would you listen?
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seasonal deaths
General FictionUji is a lost young soul searching for himself. He comes off as confident, a perfectionist, a beautiful disaster to those around him but inside, he faces his inner demons almost daily. You notice traces of sadness, detachment and suicidal tendencie...
