Reid@YWP

i toured six different colleges over the past week

& i didn't care about the clubs

Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias

As we lay under silky rays of sun

And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,

Words falling over one another until they

Became nothing, only syllables

On the swing I sway

I stay there all day

My thoughts like the clouds

Floating away

If … I can't help but replay that one moment over and over in my head…The “if only”... echoing, bouncing around like a voice echoing against the walls of the grand canyon, empty…”if only”.