Maybe it was the way I stumbled upon you like the sides of curbs
Or the candy shoppe
Same in sweetness and hidden away
Tucked towards the underbelly of caked-boy gills
And the breadth of recollection.
Maybe...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...