Tonight we don’t cry, but we’ll laugh.
Laugh when we should cry,
for tonight is our last.
Forget all the space between us,
the awkward hand holding,
the make believe, the pretend of maturity,
tonight we don’t care about all the people watching us kiss,
we’ve only been together for seven months,
but tonight feels like our infinitiest anniversary,
tonight we’ll be known to be together,
two hands, gone from awkward
brushes to full on clutches,
immature winks to mature blushes,
soft lip grazes to kisses causing full rushes,
true love developed from innocent crushes.
(this is not a breakup, the poem was a graduation gift)