I found myself by Alec Jolley

I found myself

in the folds of your sweater

that fluttering fabric 

swaying in the autumn breeze

that light wind that

we’d let swallow us whole

sheltering us from our books as we

echoed through each other

across the path

Through the throes of time, I hope to 

linger, for another stifled grin

another dance through traffic and

that latte on the bench when

your lips were stained yellow

I wish I could write you a song in stone,

a monolith of unity,

in which we might fossilize

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Alec Jolley is an 18-year-old student, currently residing in Montreal, Canada. He is studying political science and is particularly fascinated by the history of political thought. He cites Allen Ginsberg and Lorna Crozier as his greatest poetic inspirations. On quiet days he can often be found digging through record bins or holed up in a library.