3 Palms

Rebecca Allen
Scripps ’25

I stare
At the palm trees
And think of you.
I watch them was they
Twist and twirl
In the sunshine
Above me.
I think about last
Night and our time
Together and it
Makes me happy
Even though you
Broke a small piece
Of my heart.
I think of your ribs
Poking mine
And how the
Only thing that remains
Of you
Is the bruise you left,
As I watch
Planes fly overhead.

Image Source: Spencer Carlos Baez