Dandelions
it is only through you that i exist
dandelions
crooked seats
sit down next to me
you said
and i held your hand again
again
until there were little
twittering things in the sky
night-time runaways
we yelled into dusk
words we did not mean
words we would forget
once daylight come
i held your hand
i said your name
again
again and
we broke off
like icebergs would
far, wide.
beyond
the ocean’s spread.
About The Author: Author of over 30+ web-serials & novels, published by Tapas Media and Radish, Wattpad Stars Alumnus, Finalist in Neovel’s 2022 Writing Contest and Winner of Tapas’s 2018 Summer Writing Competition, Beau Van Dalen’s stories have amassed a total of over one million reads online — between short stories, poems, novels and scripts, he can always be found with a pen in hand.
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