Dec 2019
For 9 years
It’s sat on my desk,
Through a move,
Through winters with windows open
For 9 years,
sitting, watching
Tonight I take it down
Remember the girl who made it
Way back in 3rd grade
I unfold it
For the first time
Scribbled in the wings
She had scrawled a note
I have a crush on you
Nine years,
This declaration has sat on my desk
Watching me
Letting me look back to better times
All the while
Telling me she liked me
On the wings of a sticky note crane
It’s sat on my desk,
Through a move,
Through winters with windows open
For 9 years,
sitting, watching
Tonight I take it down
Remember the girl who made it
Way back in 3rd grade
I unfold it
For the first time
Scribbled in the wings
She had scrawled a note
I have a crush on you
Nine years,
This declaration has sat on my desk
Watching me
Letting me look back to better times
All the while
Telling me she liked me
On the wings of a sticky note crane
As crazy as this is, I never opened it before, out of fear I couldn’t refold it, so its message has sat there in wait
(20/M/The abyss of life)
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