I'm looking for a Lily,
have you seen them?
They've probably grown much since
I saw them last.
I don't even know their name.
If you see them, tell them I miss them
and the beat of their hummingbird heart.
Their cackling laugh and warm hands.
If you see them, tell them a rose misses them.
We used to sleep in the same flowerbed,
but perhaps one should let sleeping flowers lie.
This one is about an old friend I had in my first year of college, who was talking about transitioning before we lost touch so I use 'they' because I am unsure of the right pronouns.
I think they chose to lose touch with me and that's fine. Understandable in a way even if they never, talked to me about their feelings most times.
I'm probably over romantisising our friendship, (which I designated as a moirallegiance) because in some ways they treated me badly. I think I treated them badly too, and I think in my recent months of lonely contemplation, I miss the companionship and warmth they gave me. College was a time where I rarely felt lonely and I miss that.
I hope they're happy though, I think of them often.
Little bat, lover of Octavia and Vinyl Scratch, master of mechaphantoms and griffins, scholar of electronics, A Bleurose misses you.
