Literature
28. can't
i remember the old days,
when we would catch fireflies
in our hands
and smash them,
and then draw on ourselves
with their glowing guts.
and then we would talk
about how terrible we were,
and how pretty it made us.
i can't forget how
when i would come late to class
i would lock my bike to yours
because i was scared
if you rode away,
you wouldn't pedal back my way
anytime soon.
and i remember when
we used to hold each other tight
and press our ears together
to see if we could hear each other's
thoughts.
i tried thinking something first
and i guess it worked,
because you replied,
out loud.
"i love you too."