It was the day I would be breaking up with
Elena.
My mind was in the game.
My feet were swift.
I felt light.
And sad.
Elena and I,
though there wasn't happiness or love in my part,
she was still important.
An important f r i e n d .
There was no regret
but there was sadness.
Artis, where are you?
A spark—soft tinge of gold,
I turned and there you were,
a summer just for me.
I pumped a fist above my
heart
and pointed at
you.
Let the whole school see.
Let me br e ak free.
You mimicked and Artis,
I know I'll be okay.
We'll be okay.