i miss you.
even though you’ve given me so little to miss.
i’m just a person you know
a friend you talk to…
sometimes.
i imagine us laughing side by side.
you write me rose-coloured notes
and you kiss me on the cheek.
my friends don’t understand why i like you
and i guess i don’t either
but your name was ichor on my tongue
golden drops of what would have been
or what should have been
and your smile as tempting as icarus’s sun
and since i fell i suppose i’m no better.
hope is a thing with thorns
midas-touched and shining
sunflower seeds of sorrow.
i don’t know if i can claim to love you.
eros hasn’t yet granted me that delusion
so i’ll settle for loving the idea of you
and let aphrodite blind me a little longer.
Ezra Lewis is a high school student from Arizona, USA. Ever since attempting to write a book in seventh grade, she’s been writing every week. She has no previously published works but enjoys writing both poetry and prose. Her love of reading is what inspires her most to write. Ezra also enjoys art, especially drawing the characters she creates.
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