Kennedy Bigham, a Senior from Salem, Oregon
I wonder
if when it’s late at night,
when the air in the country
is alive with fireflies,
and the World lays resting,
if in the stillness
and the silence,
you still think of me.
I wonder
if you’ve made peace
with the promises
you couldn’t keep.
I wonder too,
if this is really all
just a distraction
from what you
put me through.
After all,
you were going to
make me your wife.
Whatever it was about me
that didn’t satisfy you,
you won’t find it in her either.
At least this time,
treat her right.
When you look up at the stars
late at night and you turn
to hold her tight,
think briefly of the broken promises
you gave to me…
and vow to treat her right.