white flags in the middle of a Target frozen food section. 
Category: Poems

it was nice to see you last night.
i know it was just a dream, but i think theres a part of you that comes to visit me,
wants to visit me. 

i'm not mad at you
anymore. 
i used to be, but i want to believe it's not your fault you left this way. 

i'll blame it on your mom and on the world 
and on your sh*tty boyfriend.
anyone but you. 

no, im not mad at you. 
i can only remember every good time we had; to me it's all we had. 
our final moments just a blur of confusion, a bad dream that i could never comprehend. 

maybe one day i'll run into you
in the isles of a department store.
twenty years from now,

you've moved out of your mother's house,
and maybe if i wave at you, you'll wave back.
genuine. white flags in the middle of a Target frozen food section. 

then maybe both of our ghosts could rest.