Postpone
Salty wind pricks up my skin,
But sitting, the bench feels warmer.
I think I said my patience was thin,
But that had passed by an hour.
The towel, I think, weighs more
When I go to seek an alibi.
I walk two blocks, backtrack to four
Distract myself with shapes in the sky.
Just enough time has passed
Only now have I become alone
I blame poor timing for my outlast,
I'm glad we did not postpone.
YOU ARE READING
ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
RandomActual school writing assignments from my actual gosh darn life. Sometimes something edgy will pop up. We like to have fun around here.
