Cards

when your going through letters with your dead name in them

Right now I’m packing memories away in 

 taped brown boxes with my name on them 

  for once 

and I’m sifting through junk in my little universe of white walls and 

  Phantom-colored cabinets ridden with dust when I find piles of cards and letters

 Sent to her 

To “me” 

To she 

The one who isn’t me 

When I find the one letter with my name on it 

the only letter sent to and from my own house; to me, with my name on it 

Noah, written out in black ink like love in its truest form 

Like moonbeams and rainbows shining through the Stygian darkness 

Like when you’ve finally been called home 

Curled up on the bed and crying my sockets out and squeezing my arms around me 

Because I’m so damn happy that I finally have a card with my name on it

Though it was sent from the glowing, young and naive girl with almond eyes and love unraveling from her heart

Like it was the only lesson she was taught, I’m glad I’ve embraced her and she’s done the same to me, 

For she has given me the best Valentines in the world; a card with my name on it 

Noah, in black ink like love in its truest form 

Like moonbeams and rainbows shining through the Stygian darkness 

Like when you’ve finally been called home 

Author's Note

Sorry I haven’t written in a bit, I’ve been super busy and will probably take a short hiatus this summer! I’m hoping to get more writing in before then but if not, see y’all later and stay magical 💙✨🩵🫶🏼