Thursday

That old school friend
I like them

conversation halts in unconventional places
grasping at straws to fill the silent spaces
taking great pains to never insult
with sour opinion

that’s our flavor now

a fragile connection
of mutual infatuation
with the past

but I have to leave at four.

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Kayla Jane

Writer, student and book nerd from Adelaide, South Australia

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