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Friday Girl
They met online,
In an a 2 bit conversation in an 8 bit version of a 16 bit dating site for analog lives they didn’t have time to live
They had a few conversations.
She watched her social media status updates update every day in a new way to see, feel things unknown for this new stranger
Months passed by days for her to forget about this girl but still she couldn’t just make her go
Their personalities just seemed to flow
feminist activism for the opposite of the wrong way to be alive, this girl breathed life - into her veins
When she spoke
But that wasn’t all - she stole her heart when on that day she travelled to stay for new years day
And when they met, the girl couldn’t say a word, lost without a care in the world, her thoughts escaped her, emotions replaced her in another world where she existed a mass of mixed emotions; soul without body, meeting with her. She spoke different than she expected - But she was interested in what she inspected. Her mind was challenged and heart rearranged into something that was, in another language of love, a pleasant surprise.
That night without a word,
As she left the kiss was more, more than a kiss but to say goodbye, a kiss to capture a heart that said “i don’t like goodbyes”.
And to this day, as the girl hears her tale,
Her tears fall, because there is no call, no text or email, no social media message, not a peep or a word to say “come back, i liked that, let’s do it again” Nothing to tell her of the feelings she felt, if they were real or true, or manufactured with clothing and perfume, and maybe she was just Her Friday Girl, brand new.
They met online,
In an a 2 bit conversation in an 8 bit version of a 16 bit dating site for analog lives they didn’t have time to live
They had a few conversations.
She watched her social media status updates update every day in a new way to see, feel things unknown for this new stranger
Months passed by days for her to forget about this girl but still she couldn’t just make her go
Their personalities just seemed to flow
feminist activism for the opposite of the wrong way to be alive, this girl breathed life - into her veins
When she spoke
But that wasn’t all - she stole her heart when on that day she travelled to stay for new years day
And when they met, the girl couldn’t say a word, lost without a care in the world, her thoughts escaped her, emotions replaced her in another world where she existed a mass of mixed emotions; soul without body, meeting with her. She spoke different than she expected - But she was interested in what she inspected. Her mind was challenged and heart rearranged into something that was, in another language of love, a pleasant surprise.
That night without a word,
As she left the kiss was more, more than a kiss but to say goodbye, a kiss to capture a heart that said “i don’t like goodbyes”.
And to this day, as the girl hears her tale,
Her tears fall, because there is no call, no text or email, no social media message, not a peep or a word to say “come back, i liked that, let’s do it again” Nothing to tell her of the feelings she felt, if they were real or true, or manufactured with clothing and perfume, and maybe she was just Her Friday Girl, brand new.
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Friday Girl is a poem I wrote about a girl I met, and came to know...and then...well, it's all there, more or less.
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