I just gotta say thank you…You are my best friend
I only have 6 minutes to write this poem, I wish I had more time
But I have to say goodbye to you now…
"You Envied the Stars Their Height
Amy Blakemore
The day folded;
Like a Cabbage White closing its wings
On a windowsill.
With the old, worn-out risk,
the unexplainable, skewed
trigonometry
of drunkenness
you climbed the fire escape.
Got on the roof.
But once you were there, you
envied the stars
their height
and could not get back down."
It reminded me of this, for some reason.
Keep writing, I say!