You walked with me on the last day of summer, under an early fall of narra blooms. I can still clearly see your face then, radiant from the sunlight of your smile, the yellow petals in your hair like stars scattered in an evening sky.
You held my umbrella for me, for I never walked outside without one. I had always been afraid of the sun: I never went out without applying sunblock first, and I liked wearing huge hats that covered my entire face. I lived with the constant fear of being burned.
Yes, you said then, I think I would like to try, with you. I think we can make it, you added.
I took my umbrella from your hands, and closed it with a snap. I turned to face you, the heat burning my skin. But I was not afraid, not anymore.
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Things I Could Never Say To You
PoetryThe things I could never say to you, I say in poetry instead. A collection of poetry and short prose on love, heartbreak, and despite it all, hope. Because we should never stop hoping for the happy ending we all deserve. Cover image by luizclas on P...
