We laughed as we wandered the city
And I told you about other mistakes—
Cheap wine, bottle caps, and a left-hand tan line—
While you got lost in a world of firsts
And songs by my favourite bands.
We stopped by the spirits, opposite the corner store,
No Strongbow in sight.
You asked how I know;
And I told you,
(Just like this).
Not so happily ever after,
I went back to the cemetery,
Walked a while, catching my breath
After running from the ghosts and the knives and
The blood-stained sheets.
A flower caught my eye,
Or, really, a weed,
Contrasting against the green,
Against the bright blue of shoes
Bought to forget the green-blue of her eyes,
Those eyes she got from you.
I don’t make a wish,
But that optimistic patience kept away ghosts of laughter
And spiked punch and too-intense lines,
Voices from another time.
Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has work forthcoming in a variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. When she isn’t writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz.