we don’t take sharing lightly—
it leads to the following void
left by the unsharing’s end—
conversations about school
i’m holding that nostalgia sneaking
out of theaters mid thought of
aging and drying, was it a lie I told?
persistence when observance will do,
is this a passive life?
my favorite parts recalled
when I felt foolish noticing
the narrow waist hidden in oversized
Goodwill jeans and the pearl-
buttoned shirts leaving me aglow,
the flush across my cheeks,
his memory preferred.
i catch myself mirrored, warmth
created from intimate moments so
easily lifted—it’s all superfluous,
created through my own will.