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.
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