“?” poem by Lydia Ramos

i miss wearing my dresses
having white and green fabric
draped over legs
deprived of 5pm sunshine.

it’s mid afternoon
and all i’ve done
is blink at the wall
and dreamt of kissing
every grain of sand
(and you, of course)

have you observed the world
you’ve drawn up for yourself
(?)

have you really
(?)

have you noticed
how the sun makes its way
around each corner of your
silenced bedroom
(?)

have you noticed how the birds don’t chirp for you

how the moon didn’t follow you with her eyes
unlike you at eleven years old

how the grass will continue to grow when you sleep beneath her
in years to come

how you’re alone?

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