addressed to a missing
soul, someone I once knew,
who never knew I knew
everything important -
it's okay, I promise
and things won't go wrong,
just let the world happen
to you - try to be free.
This is a postcard poem
to tell you how lovely you
looked in the cafeteria
that afternoon, standing
and staring into the crowd,
looking for friends
and right before you
turned to leave, I wished I
had the courage to tell you.
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