Reid@YWP

The walls utter gossip at night.
They watch new women pass,
different steps, new perfumes,
claiming corners they'll never own.

I dread going to school every single day.

I hate it,

I hate being trapped there.

But I love being greeted by my best friend

who could make hell

feel as freezing as

these February Maryland mornings.

every once in a while,

the sky gets tired

and hides its face behind

hands of light gray clouds.

it sighs in quiet thunder,

and lets tears of blue

slip loose, trailing softly down

I love the smile on people's faces when I hand them a poem with their name on it & yes of course you get to keep it.

Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?  
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels.