
it's a small town,
I thought,
and as such I'd have
expected to have
seen you around
by now
but you've disappeared and I
try my very best to
stay away from any place where
I might make your
unfortunate acquaintance
once again
//
I long to see you;
but I don't
I wish to reach out;
but I won't
keeping track of
the days, and
keeping tabs on
your face, and
the internet has grown
awfully comfortable in guessing
just where my next search
might be
take me there
and show me, please
all that which I
really don't want to see
but one day
hopefully,
sometime soon―
although, I
don't have
much hope at all―
but a day will arrive
where my first instinct
in the morning
is no longer to
check on you
but to give you the day
and get on with mine
About the Creator
Skylar Whitney
Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.
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