Warsong’s Lover

Coco Greene '23

Wave me goodbye Because I'm going to battle And I need to memorize the color of your eyes.

If I die, They'll write a war song about me, But I'll still keep you in my memory.

I'm always walking away, Searching for new horizons, They’re magnetic.

Forgive me. Write a war song When I die, To justify Leaving you Behind.

Stopped Chloe Resnick '24

Swan Song Daisy Marmur '23

I had planned the perfect goodbye

Without realizing the permanence of leaving you behind

No grandiose gift or cruel prank would live up to what you had given me

Like a cavern filled with lilies

You brought delicacy disguised as beauty

Like a forest exposed to moss

You grew over what I’d gardened

Though you’ve instructed not to interfere with those who rule fate

I had planned the perfect goodbye

Without realizing I’d be letting you move forward without me

And though I claimed I was a swan

Graceful in the way I move with wind

Farewells like swans are feathered

An embellished reason to make up for what I’ve given up

I had planned the perfect goodbye

But no one teaches you what to do when you’re aware of your regrets

No one prepares you for the end when you are truly ready

You take your last leap and accept the peace that follows

Until your heart seeps out all of its temporary love

And I choose to leave still saying thank you for my childhood

And I pretend I have orchestrated the most perfect goodbye

Buzz

Mia Ronn '23

Should I wish you a happy birthday today?

I certainly do not. Wish you a happy birthday, I mean. Not really. I wish for you to spend your eighteenth equally miserable as my seven I hope that I am as inescapable to you, even in parting, as you were to When I heard what you said the morning of my day

It is your eighteenth birthday today. I hear that buzz everywhere I turn.

In fact, there has been an incessant buzzing in my ear ever since you s Since you sat, wallowing in self-serving silence over the ocean, willfully burning a thousand feet below you.

Willfully ignorant to how I lay, cheek to Tears fizzling out the candle on the cu She thought I’d have an appetite.

Now, on a chilly October afternoon, I To how I’m sure You are celebrating now With the simpler girls, the quieter one And yet here you are buzzing in my ear once again Like Metis pressing against the interio

But, like Zeus, I suppose have condemned myself to By spending my seventeenth birthday

Sonder

Martha Castro '23