I wish you were the one that got away’


To the you who stole a traffic cone for me

But never bought me flowers,


To the you who shared your bed

But never the umbrella,


To the you who made me tea

But always added sugar,


You see, it’s not that I’m ungrateful,

This note I am leaving about my leaving

Is just a note to say that:

There is a you who took me to dinner,

But spent the whole night texting

That girl who you said you didn’t know

When she hugged you too tightly

At that party two years ago.

In response to Shadow and part of Letters to Euturpe writing event.

Take a look at my First and Second responses to the writing event.