This interstate was cold
Last time I was here.
But back in the heat,
I’m still looking up at skyscrapers
And spray-painted brick.
I don’t know what I expected
Coming back here.
But I know who I am now,
At least,
Instead of just wondering.
I was clinging
Last time I was here,
Holding tightly to the hope
He wouldn’t let go.
I’m held on to now.
I can rest between these skyscrapers
And paper planes
Because I won’t have to wonder
Anymore;
His devotion never changed.
The interstate is hot,
Carving through the city,
And I’m hoping I’ll be back
When it’s cold,
Because
Now, I won’t believe the lies like the last time I was here.
And
Instead,
I’m
His
Now.
M.M. Cochran is a YA writer and author of Between the Ocean and the Stars (summer 2022). With an educational background in English and creative writing, she has worked in the journalism industry, as well as the agenting and publishing industry, and she is currently a freelance book editor for her service, Elegant Editing. Now pursuing a career in publishing and becoming a full-time novelist, she spends most of her time editing and writing in her novels. Meanwhile, you can find M.M. collecting coffee mugs or slipping into an oversized sweater, wishing for a white winter.
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