an ode to an unnamed girl

yesterday i imagined her and i,

together again.

i say her name sometimes because it feels pretty on my tongue.

remembering the

soft blue twinkle of the ferris wheel lights, or

the curve of her smile when she noticed i was watching her.

everything was pleasant, then. we were still young, caught up in shyness and fear, two girls huddled together in the maroon glow of dusk. afraid

to say what we felt.

sometimes i long for what i have mostly forgotten. is it wrong?

he says he cares for me but i do not think he does,

not like she did,

or i for her.

i repeat her name to myself and know i can never return to that august night.