I love the way Romeo and Juliet did
Beseeching time and rivalry to stop
While the audience holds its breath
Muttered into prayer-clasped hands
A motion that sings of tragedy
Undone and done.
We loved the way Icarus loved the sun
I sewed the wings, you broke the window
We kissed “higher” always higher
I melted the wax, you broke our fall
We kissed the starstruck waves
Eyes locked, sinking slow
Done and undone.
There is a freckle on your left ear
Which I will never kiss
And for that and other things I’m sorry.
This is not a ballad anymore
It is a regret.
Esti Goldstein is seventeen years old and lives in Shaker Heights, Ohio where she has long been inspired by the beauty of the suburbs where she is especially grateful for autumn. Much of her inspiration comes from her own life, the current culture (no, Snapchat is not included), and the stories that she has been told. You can often find her running, laughing with friends, writing (of course), and her mother’s favorite: doing nothing, which she would rather call daydreaming.