gravity

we are not dancers

i’m finally -- finally -- at her house

a promise that we made ages ago

and held onto for so long because i missed her

and she missed me

my fault i didn’t look at her when we could see each other

no one’s fault we were kept apart

but things are mostly okay now. 

and i’m finally at her house, so far away from my own

worth the travel because she’s promised me 

music is what brought us together

we are not dancers

but she has a record player

pretty vinyls of the songs we could only message each other to cry about

and once she’s shown me around and i have to practically beg

she puts one on

a song that’s made me think of her ever since i started thinking of her

it promises running away

a far-fetched dream when we couldn’t leave

not so far off now that soon enough we can, soon enough we can run for real

as the record scratches i pray we last long enough

gravity, 

she’s smiling and i’ve missed her

and we are not dancers but i can’t help but nod my head when the beat kicks in

miming air guitar in a horrible manner while she laughs at me

i’m not a guitarist either 

but she’s here and i’m here and she’s my best friend and i can’t help but spin
 

winterway

VT

17 years old

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