By Kyle Garneau
Memories of wonderment
elevated above this house
I fell asleep by the moon
and on the other side was you
these lakes hold feelings
I get when starting at my lonely reflection
when arrows become bullet points in timeliness
I turn the black orb into a skipping stone
echoes of splashing water ping
like our rapid stories of old
to build and rebuild
my endless fires for warmth and oftentimes remembrance
there is a different weight without you here
but here, at the lake skipping my stones
and lighting my fires
the elements for a brief moment recreate your image and leave you here with me
About the author:
Kyle Garneau (he/him) is currently a student studying political science and business administration at Eastern Connecticut State University. He was an editor and contributor for his high school's literary magazine, Mind's Eye. He is currently in the Axis edition of Abridged magazine. He will be in the July Edition of Filter Coffee Zine. He has also submitted to the Connecticut Student Writers magazine, where he was an honorable mention. He is currently submitting his work to various magazines as he compiles poems for his first book of poetry, Blue Domes.
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