Enya Clancy, Contributor

To the girl twenty-four hours ago,
heartbroken by the boy she thought she loved,

it’ll be okay.

Maybe he won’t ever get to hold your hand
or kiss you in the rain
under a sky full of stars.
Maybe he won’t bring you roses on your birthday
or tell you that you’re
the only one meant for him.

But maybe he’ll still hug you
so hard that
you won’t feel alone.
But maybe he’ll still let you
rest your head on his shoulder,
being the support that you don’t know you need.

It won’t be awkward.

Maybe you want to cry your eyes out,
hoping that no one will walk into the washroom
and see the running mascara on your face.
Maybe you want to lay in bed all day,
hoping that what he admitted
was all some twisted dream.

But maybe he’ll still text you late at night,
bringing a smile to your face