Zemira

So many times you will see

someone on the street who you will never meet

again, and believe you could fall in love.

You will look back, and they will not be looking

at you.

A few times you will think

We lie tired 

Bundled up in puffers and scarves 

On the pleather seats of the bus that feels like home. 

You rummage through your red lunchbox, 

Unpacking each item carefully 

I loved her post

Clicked that red heart button

That broke more hearts than it mended

I saw the picture that she edited nonstop

That she filtered

Until that girl on the screen wasn’t 

Her

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