Nita Tyndall

She. Kisses. Me.

And I kiss her back

I love her so, so much, and that’s why I have to let her go.

I want to kiss her. I will keep running if it means I get to run after her

And I don’t have to know. I don’t have to have a map, a plan, color-coded schools on a spreadsheet. It’s okay that I don’t.

It’s okay to want things for myself

But I can grieve, I can mourn, and I can remember

Of course I know her, I know everything about her.

Because she’s gone and it’s final and you’re the only one who knows and I can’t deal with that, I can’t deal with her being gone—