they told me stories
about you today
yet
even if our blood
runs the same
why do I feel
like you're a stranger
it's been twenty-eight years
I'm still confident
that if seasons
were different back then
you'd be my favorite kind of familiar
YOU ARE READING
The Universe is Our Poetry
PoetryEvery poet is trying to send a message to someone in secret. If you would only learn to listen, you'll know it's for you.
