The Sky Misses You Too
I’ll move to Oregon,
walk downtown, I won’t
avoid the puddles.
I want to live in a place
where the sky misses you
too. I want to linger in
this damp body, shake with
all the ways we can’t touch,
they’ll say pneumonia. I’ll
say your name. They’ll list
the symptoms, I’ll say, she is
gone. Treat my frame like
a diagnosis. Fold my medical
bills like a love letter and
mail them without the postage.
I will find sleep that night
knowing something about you
will have to
come back to me.
By Valentina Thompson
Biography:
Valentina is a 20-year-old queer writer out of Long Beach, CA with a habit of writing to people who don’t love her back and always smiling at strangers. She is currently majoring in English, Creative Writing with a minor in Women’s Gender and Sexuality Studies, and if lost, can often be found in any small coffee shop on a rainy day. http://theseoverusedwords.tumblr.com/
This is so beautiful
Love and feel this writer’s inspiration!