a working list of things i will never tell you | jon sands

my friend sarah wrote a poem about pink ponies.
i’m scared you’re my pink pony.

hers is dead. it is really sad. you’re not dead.
you live in ohio, or washington, or wherever.
you are a shadow my body leaves on other girls.

i have a growing queue of things i know
will make you laugh and i don’t know where to put them.
i mourn like you’re dead. if you had asked me to stay,

i would not have said no.
it would never mean yes.