Reagan Vozzella

Like It’s The Last Time They Will

By Reagan Vozzella

they hug their friends like it’s the last time they will

& say i love you too without hesitation

no doubt in their mind of the gold that they are

slowly becoming truly themselves,

     are flowers and fallen petals, candle light and house fires

quick to give you the benefit of the doubt

but these things seen as weakness are their blades

stay true to themselves, so distinguishable

hold their values close a cup of coffee at night

don’t change for anything but the better

loyal night owl

fall in love often with the sound of someone saying their name

the look of the sky on the drive home

cool pavement beneath their feet

& opportunities to make someone’s day

too good to be true, bad at expressing feelings

scared of the highway 2 missed calls and a text

‘let me know when u get home safe’

excuses nerves acceptance letters

find the best in everyone, see sunlight in all people

make friends easily who are nothing like them

and hug them like it’s the last time they will.

Author’s Note: I love being able to tell a story that others can relate to. With this piece, I wanted to describe how I see myself in other people, how I relate to them, because it's not often I really think of how others see themselves in me.