mmae_ee

you choose the coldest seat in the class

next to the tall pretty girl

with a gleaming smile and long, straight flowing hair.

taking one good look at her you already know her story.

new school means new friends

i think as a stare across the table at the same friends.

but something seems different.

we're missing someone,

or many someones.

or maybe even a part of ourselves.

"listen close,"

you spoke as we lay sprawled out on the grass.

the festival's lights were bright.

the first firework of the night shot up.

"what comes first,"

"the boom or the light?"