A girl met a boy
and she loved him
more than
moonlight
and the starry sky
more than
changing seasons
or oversized sweaters
more than
polaroids and postcards
old typewriters
or record players
concert tickets
and the text she
highlighted
in her favourite novels
she had come to love
everything he was
and everything she
had made him into
her heart swelled as
the days passed by
she was so full of love
for him and hope
that she forgot to do
what so many forget to do
she forgot to leave room
to love herself
(JM)
