Reflection

He used to tell me he loves me. I'll miss that.


The first time he took me out; I remember the swirl of
anticipation and nervousness and exhilaration I felt that
day.


I remember telling my sister about it the second I got home.
I was so happy that day.


Rima once told me we made a cute couple.


I used to dream up what Valentine's Day would be like. I even
made a list in October of all the things we could do.

I wish things were different, that they were better. Sometimes I wonder
if I could have done something differently.


My dry, chapped hand is struggling to scrawl out every last
bit of anger and hurt and remorse and even love I have in me. I wonder
if writing will help me feel better.