My jacket smells like you.
It clings to the fabric like a child’s fingers on a lollipop.
I walked up the cracked sidewalk to your house,
sandwiched between two dull, lifeless ones.
The Robin’s...
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;...