Photo by Maddie McEwen (She/They)
Sometimes I still dream
Of your smirk, so divine
And I think, to the greatest extreme,
Of hands that could’ve been on mine.
Sometimes I still laugh
At jokes you used to tell
And I hope, at least, half
Of you remembers them as well.
Sometimes I still wonder
If we were anything at all.
For Love’s a ceaseless blunder
And a never ending fall.
Sometimes I still believe
That we might have been the same,
Though Hope loves to deceive
And I refuse to play into Its game.
Sometimes I still weep,
Chasing an idealist fantasy,
Tales I cannot keep,
My grip loosening on reality.
Sometimes I still love you,
Though I’ve never told you before,
As I claimed these feelings as untrue,
All the while yearning for something more.
And maybe, one day, you’ll see this,
Wishing me the best.
Maybe, by then, I’ll have found my bliss,
My “sometimes” gone to rest.
Author: Emerie Avila (She/Her)
Artist: Maddie McEwen (She/They)
Copy Editors: Ava Rosenberg (She/They), Bella (She/They)