i miss having dreams about you

by Trinity Keagy

Isn’t it a Sunday morning? 

We are in the living room, sitting at the window, and we’re 

drinking tea straight from our palms, 

     c                      d 

       u                  e 

             p      p 

        together to stop it from sp 

   il 

       li 

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                       g down our arms.  

I won’t look into your eyes. 

I can’t remember what color I should put inside of them, 

but I’ll always know their shape 

and I still know what Halston Z-14 smells like. 

When you stand up, 

the ceiling is gone and you’re looking at the stars. 

“I know you’re worried. 

I’m going somewhere better, you know” 

Yeah. 

I know you did. 

Trinity Keagy ‘24 is a student of psychology. She is interested in writing, nature, and visual arts.