Do you miss the girl you never loved but left you wanting more?
Do you cry yourself to sleep at night holding knees,
hands in hair, hands in tear smeared eyes
but
not in hands?
Do you hold yourself because you have to, because the girl you never loved is not coming back?
She's a monsoon and you'd better hope you have a coat when the rain starts seeping in,
trickling down your back growing hot and stressed.
Soaked shrinking vintage denim wrapped around your wrists,
dark blue uniform,
family heirloom.
The sun comes up every day and sets just the same.
The girl you never loved learned this lesson the hard way.
-a free verse poem.