by Grace Batsie ’28 on February 5, 2026
Portfolio - Poetry
“I’ll text you,” you say as you leave.
But we both know you might not.
The text thread is on borrowed time,
And it may be a miracle that you showed up
in the first place.
The expiration date has passed,
But then you show up again,
And it’s like everything is new again.
So, you may or may not text me after,
But you leaving,
Means I had you in the first place.