LITTLE WING - Savannah Mandella

Miss you like a kid misses their milk teeth

The Black puffs on either side of your head

In your lapis blue blouse, glancing off nowhere in particular, the sun floating in

behind the green canopy of the forest. 

It wasn’t supposed to last but it was a part of me anyways

And I was such a little fuckwit then

Letting the hem of my mom’s white linen dress turn brown from the train station floors 

But we did it anyways

The daily texts, the “I love yous,” the two hour night drives home, whispering in the dark on tan leather car seats, careening down

the highway beneath the mauve light pollution sky

And she made such a beautiful bride 

Like those baby blue heavens behind her brick skyrise

And the pale sunlight on the tiles in her kitchen

And the rough, scarred up pads of her fingertips 

And the past, since it wasn’t all bad. 

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