Thinking of you
PHOTO: Drawing by Lena Kim ’24
By Sidney Johnson ’24 for Spoke Literary and Art Magazine
Thinking of you. Nobody tells you how bad it hurts. To be so swollen
with memories; one prod away from bursting. I hate
the way I can feel you in a song. In only two notes, there we are.
I hate when you text me. Your name on my lock screen
makes it feel like September. Your house has smelled the same since we were three.
Do you remember when we would hide here from the rain?
I don’t want to. Because we’re not three anymore, and it doesn’t rain as much.
We fell out of love, if you could ever call it that.
September was so bittersweet.
Nobody tells you that every moment is one you’ll leave behind.
Maybe you’re expected to know it, but I never expected to miss it.
Life has begun to collect, every experience, every second
adding one on top of the other, a wave
cresting, dragging me along by the ankles.
When will I regain my feet?
