He Lives Inside My Heart’s Reflection
Madelyn Chennells
One cold morning, I crept to the rooftop of the college
Where I’d spent a week of June weather
That summer, I met a boy with a girlfriend
He listened to the falling dew outside
Like one would listen to their iPod
He was quiet, introspective
He was…One arm around my waist
As we went careening across the aluminum landscape
My dress barely tickling my thighs like curious hands
But do not be mistaken
I’m no stranger to sixteen and so alive
Tomorrow I’ll be seventeen
And I haven’t really eaten much since then
No, I’m not talking about sustenance
This dancing
It’s dead to me
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