Aftertaste

is my back twitching
or is it my heart that’s aching
or are my eyelids uncontrollably
shutting, due to lack of sleep

quite frankly,
i’m not too sure

i’m a year older
and you’re a mile further
from my reach
someone; countless arm spans away

many
but a May approaching:
APs, parental pressures, even
academic excellency stresses

.
a stilled chaotic silence
late cherries shedding their last petals

now seventeen,
constantly on caffeine,
labelled strangers and somehow–
I still hear from you…


By: Sophia Xia

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *