the city might miss me when i am gone.
there is strength in ambiguity, and despite most likely not missing the city myself,
i still do have a validation complex.
the fingers will not stretch and wave, though.
there will not be a hole in the existence of the city.
there will just be an absence.
a stillness of air,
the occasional remembrance that i used to
exist here. and now i am simply doing it somewhere else.
Abbie Hart is an 18-year-old poet from Texas. She has been published several times, including in BRIDGE and Millennial Pulp. Her website is abbiemhart.wordpress.com.