oh nothing
i would watch you read for hours,
tucking shy hints of white blonde hair behind bruised elf ears
glasses too big for your nose
always falling off
i was shy
overwhelmed with you
could no longer be bothered with the library
smelling of talc and the bottom of the ocean
i wouldn’t know a story if it hit me in the mouth
other than the one being revealed by your eyes
startled or furrowed or close to tears
day to day
that summer
your life began its slow ruin away
i wish i had thought to hold your hand
to rescue you, give you a tulip to grow on your window sill
build you a ship
paint you a story ceiling, a fairy tale tent with climbing flowers,
buy you an ice cream cone,
something for you to hold, to make it all alright
to make you smile
and tear you away from those sad pages
from your own very tragic ending
i think of you and the freckles on your nose
the lace trim of your skirt
and how you always wanted to fly away like me
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