Mosaic of feelings and memories
Senior year taught us how to disappear without vanishing. A stolen morning— We skipped school because we could, because we needed to. cold Minneapolis air biting our hands, weed smoke unraveling behind us clinging to our coats, as we walked downtown like the city belonged to no one else. We ate pizza from a place without a sign worth remembering, grease-stained paper plates, grease on our hands, laughing too loud, at nothing, at everything not caring who heard. The museum waited for us the way it always did— quiet, patient, walls that knew our names. Pieces of art that recognized us. We sat side by side in front of that one piece the one that never asked questions, just let us stare until time softened. Just breathing. Just existing with you. Hours passed talking about love— how it bleeds into friendship, how friendship teaches love to stay. how it’s not separate from friendship, how it sneaks in, and arrives unnoticed how it stays if you’re lucky. We lost...