Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Break Up, Junior Year

Grace stared ahead of her,
through the front windshield,
to the end of the driveway,
wearing a stony expression,
determined not to lose her composure,
because he didn’t deserve it.
She turned to him with a smile.
Of course, she agreed.
Of course he wanted to date other girls.
She was just a junior
in high school,
and it was a silly thing.
He insisted on a hug
before she got out of the car,
so she leaned over awkwardly,
and it felt good there in his arms,
but she couldn’t stay there.
Such a silly thing.
My heart is breaking into pieces,
she told herself,
but that thought made her want to cry,
and she still had to turn back to the car
and wave goodbye
before he drove away.

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