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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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