You.

• Anjeli Feliciano, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2019

you,
an addiction that breaks me to my knees,
a whisper in the woods
and a gunshot in the breeze.

we,
on parallel directions,
talk with unspoken words
without consequence of affections.

me,
with our memory reminiscing,
wondering what did i do
and now i'm alone and missing
you.