Five years is an awfully short time to spend with someone you thought was a part of your stomach - the skin in your throat, the folds of your kneecaps You couldn't imagine shaking them from your fingertips, not in a million lifetimes
But instead, it only took one; not as brief as a mayfly but as not as long as a bird soars If you ask me, we were cut down too soon but hung on too long - I'd have kept hanging, too, if only the branch weren't gone.
6/18/2015. This was a long time ago. I started doing this thing over the summer where I tried to write poems based off the GRE words I was trying to study. I didn't keep up with it too well, but it's a fun exercise nonetheless.