This poem isn't the best, but I feel like I haven't posted in ages (maybe because I haven't)
I’ll walk the streets of our city and I’ll smile a little because you were the best thing I had for a long time but then I’ll cry a little because you’ve gone where I cannot follow and I’ll remember a little because everything here reminds me of you. your soft, dreamy eyes, your pomegranate lips, your silky hair and that laugh - sweet but not sickly and a little loud but not booming and kind but not pitying. maybe I’ll be relieved a little because you made it so easy to breathe and so easy to just be myself. I’ll be a little mad, of course, because you had gone off and just… left me defenceless to this cruel system. I’ll take everything in and I’ll think of you and what you did and how I feel while I’m walking the streets of our city.
