But only time will tell.
- Haylee Caserta
- Dec 7, 2021
- 1 min read
I guess
we didn’t have much left to say.
You can’t replant
a dead tree,
you know?
But from that
decomposing stump—
something will thrive.
Something will grow.
My hands used to get cold whenever you sat near me.
My hands are cold now.
But only because
it’s November and
I left my gloves
in your jacket
some time ago.
The rest of me is warm, though.
Especially my cheeks.
Just like back then.
When you’d make me blush.
I’ve kissed you 1000 times, I bet.
and I
loved you
for a long time.
And I think—
maybe
I’ll keep loving you
for even longer.
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