We were only children then sitting behind too-small desks, worn wood and tracing signatures but we hadn’t found each other yet so we kept ourselves warm in printed paper blankets and read ourselves bedtime stories in whispers at night, I wished for you on stars before I realised the sky was full of lies, years later you told me you had done the same and like me you had packed your hopes in a suitcase for better days because both of us were always destined to be runaways so I’m left here hiding amongst the words I never said, folding them up into envelopes attempting to send myself to you instead…❤️