by
Jude Conlee
It’s late and I’m a million feelings and seeing you leave is making me want to laugh or cry, whichever looks most like the emotions’ average because it’s night finally, night between you and me the kind of night that ends with you saying “goodbye” and me knowing you’d mean “’til we meet again” but you didn’t want to lie. Every feeling is bigger when it’s dark out and you are the sun.
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