cloudy skies
23:30;we were good
as friends,
you and i had never
found any motive for a disputewhen you had
a sudden outburst one day,
i couldn't help but feel
an aching in my chest and a pounding
in my forehead-i didn't mean to throw
away that orbit report,
im sorryit's okay,
i'm sorryyou pushed
your glasses back
up the bridge of your
red noseand you had found
your calm place
againwe were good
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Poetrythe romanticization of illness. © BANGTAN KIM completed.