by trogers5 on April 8, 2022
Poetry
Marelle Hipolito ’22
There is wet sand stuck in my wet hair.
There is wet sand stuck in my sweatshirt, and in between my toes,
but I don’t care.
I’m busy looking up at the night sky with you,
rooting for a shooting star.
Not many things have been going our way.
Life has been lonely, and it has not been fair.
Maybe making a wish will turn things around.
There is wet sand stuck in my wet hair.
There is wet sand stuck in my sweatshirt, and in between my toes,
But I don’t care.
I’m looking up at the night sky with you,
Rooting for a shooting—
OH! LOOK! Did you see that?
A beautiful, bright shooting star!
It was quick as a blink, but unmistakable,
A beautiful, bright shooting star!
I turn to tell you to make a wish
But then I remember
that you are not here.
So I turn back around
And I wish
it was not just me, alone,
With wet sand stuck in my wet hair.