an author’s broken heart

by Hané L., 13

An author,
I call myself.
I write storms and births.
I write winds and kisses.
Everything I am
I give in a piece of paper.
Everything we were
I compile to make it safer.
And I guess
it’s not fitting for me
to blame you for all of this
this page is dedicated to you.
And most of the pages next.

Red Bank, New Jersey