mosaic
rare that i feel anything, but thoughts of gratitude do come and go.
i tie my hair with the same scrunchie i saw you once use. i still push up my glasses the same way i once saw a friend do during art class. i carry my backpack the same way my dad does. every once in a while, i listen to the playlist you once made. i fell in love with the smell of lavender because you were the first time i felt safe. i allow myself to be goofy because you always laughed at my silly jokes, and i loved seeing you smile. i still hold my pen the same way you do. i fell in love with the ocean because of the one time you brought me there. i began smiling with my teeth because you once told me i looked beautiful. i still tie pigtails because i loved how you did your hair for work. i listen to music you love because it reminds me of you. i drink my cup of coffee just like you would. i’m a mosaic of everyone i’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.
