The Power of Poetry

The Urgency of Happiness

the story of a few boys and the girl who got away.

It’s not your fault I’m sad for what I wanted I’m sad for the person I might have been. I’m sad for the person who might have been Your person. I’d be a good person for you. I wanted to be that way. But I’ve always had trouble figuring out what’s best for me and what’s best for everyone else.

You shouldn’t ask me why I left. You shouldn’t ask me where I am or who I am, or whether or not I miss you. I don’t know the answer to all of those. And it’s not like you can get them from me. I can only say that I miss you and that I’m sorry. I thought you’d be glad to know that.

But if you’re upset, I can’t take it back. So if you really need me here, then think of all the things I could have told you and tell them instead of getting upset at me for being gone. It would be much easier to just forget and not go all the way back. But if you need me, I’ll be up there. I know it’s hard to think about these things now. I know it hurts to not imagine it’s still the same as before. So I’m sorry that our voices are different now or that they leave other trails in the sand, or that our hands don’t stay connected on a table in the same way anymore. I know that you’re hurting and that it’s hard to talk about it.

So I’ll put my hand up. And I’ll put my hand down. I can’t get back what I never had, but maybe you can. So if you want to talk, let me know, and we’ll go from there. If not, I’m okay with waiting around for a bit until you’re ready to come back down again. I think you needed that time to get out of your own way, anyway. So I don’t mind waiting up here. It’s what friends are for.

This is my story: It’s about a boy who lived in danger, and how he learned to escape it by writing poetry. We call this story “the story of a few boys and the girl who got away.” But that isn’t what it was really about at all.

Poetry is everywhere 💚 But the question is, how much do you love it?

Inspired by unhappy Thomas.