A thought of you
halfway through
my third class.
he may be watching
the sky from the library window,
the thought.
Later a poem
about a boy who will
never fade.
you left us all with things
we'd remind you for:
a night exploring the yard,
a secret recipe for a dish
we'd be unable to bake,
a conversation in the dark.
I said it to your face
right after you fell asleep:
I give no one else this heart.
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