“One Last Cry,” Sumya Garcia, ’26
A kiss of blood, sweet and stinging,
Like swallowing forever before we even knew its cost.
But it wasn’t just the kiss.
It was your smile, your hand finding mine like it has always known the way.
It was your voice, low and certain, saying my name as if it had belonged to you.
You were my person.
My spark.
My unloading.
Wow I miss you till I’m sick, until my memory splinters my chest like glass.
Your absence gnaws like a hunger that can not be fed or a shard of glass I can not pull free.
Some love fades,
Ours haunts.
And if I could bleed myself hollow just to taste that cherry chapstick again,
I would.
Because you were my first,
My only, my person.
And I will spend every life I have aching for the ghost of us.
