sorry guys i had to do school work BUT

thank you 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖.✦ ݁˖⊹ ࣪𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 Bradley Hurt and Elliot Payne for my three words

HERE IS MY POEM

spring came quietly this year

like it wasn’t sure it was allowed to stay

the air softened first

then the trees

like they were remembering how to begin again

we sat on a curb somewhere

splitting melting ice cream

before either of us admitted we weren’t really hungry

just needed something sweet to hold onto

you were talking about nothing

bagels from that place on the corner

how they never toast them right

how you keep going back anyway

and i remember thinking

that’s what this feels like

coming back to something slightly wrong

but warm enough to keep choosing

the sun was doing that thing where it makes everything look more honest than it is

and for a second it all felt easy

like maybe life could be simple as sticky fingers

and bad coffee

and laughing about bagels we didn’t even like

but even then i could feel it that almost again

the way moments soften right before they slip

like ice cream melting too fast

like spring pretending it won’t leave

like us sitting there

trying not to notice

how everything good

never quite knows

how to stay