Jumped into bluegreen, slipped an arm around me. Talked about tattoos with his sister, Boston and Hampton and car rides. Lay back on a paddleboard and drifted. Our voices got tangled in the rushes. Eyes matching the sky, just as they always do.
he became more real to me when we both left.
I hva multiple families, the one i was born into.
and the ones i choose.
Danced in his backyard, took walks down quiet, cracked streets. Talked about homes and strength and stories wiht his mother.
Sat on the front porch under darkening skies wiht him and his best friend.
Laughed as they made eachother laugh, both of them grinning and unguarded.
played Uno with his sister.
Looked through photo albums with him and his mother.
Fell asleep watching a movie together, my arm draped over him, safe and comfortable.
there are choices you must make for yourself.
Only for yourself.
I have multiple families.
The one i was born into...
and the ones I choose.
he became more real to me when we both left.
I hva multiple families, the one i was born into.
and the ones i choose.
Danced in his backyard, took walks down quiet, cracked streets. Talked about homes and strength and stories wiht his mother.
Sat on the front porch under darkening skies wiht him and his best friend.
Laughed as they made eachother laugh, both of them grinning and unguarded.
played Uno with his sister.
Looked through photo albums with him and his mother.
Fell asleep watching a movie together, my arm draped over him, safe and comfortable.
there are choices you must make for yourself.
Only for yourself.
I have multiple families.
The one i was born into...
and the ones I choose.
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zazu
Aug 24, 2022
I enjoyed all of the details in this poem and the way you left the reader wondering at the end!
Zazu