
Illustration: Amy Yan
i miss you like a stone skips on water,
or a transfer that screams 10:30 at 12:57 louder than mother calling from home.
and in the time it took for distance to tear the embroidery threads
i’ve gone swimming with the numbers, searching for the absolute.
i wanted to tell you that it was my birthday four months ago
(don’t you remember sixteen months back)
and that on the eighteenth,
i wished on seventeen candles, one dandelion, and the same three stars
that somehow you could gift me your smile floating down the coastline,
one more time,
like things hadn’t changed.
maddy ur so great <3