A mere distraction

Freyed

Our laughter echoes up the pathway of the library;
our smiles and giggles shining a bright display of colours.
Our hands are locked tightly,
screaming to never let go.
Yet every afternoon, we let go.
Our smiles drop;
our laughter ends;
and I am left to retrace my steps back home;
with salted water that trickles down my face,
every step of the way.
Every afternoon the bed creases,
with my hand gripping the phone resting in it.
Every afternoon I am tugging at my heart,
waiting for a text from them.
Every afternoon I remember that I am merely a temporary distraction for them.
Yet every morning,
I am still excited to see them;
knowing I will be forgotten once again. 

  • Author: AFreyedGirl (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2023 06:41
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 1
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  • orchidee

    Oh, I'll call in to see ya. I won't forget ya! heehee.



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