June 29th
With the fireworks came the news
You weren’t coming.
Not today,
not ever.
I traded picnics and glow sticks
For a black dress and brand-new waterproof mascara.
Shaking sweaty hands
Of people I don’t know.
Swallowing my tears with
Flavorless lemonade.
With the heart of a drum,
The stomach of a butterfly house,
I realize
You’ve left.
And with you, a part of me.
