I never got to see your faces in person; only the little boxes on my laptop screen. I paid attention to your backgrounds; the different colors of everyone's walls, dressers or stacks of books behind you. Why does it feel like I'm letting something so real go, when it never existed face-to-face? If only we got to go to the mountains, see the sunset, watch the fireworks together-- all in a place I've never been. Maybe next time. But for now, it's time to log off.
This is a short poem regarding my writing workshop being online instead of in-person this summer. I already miss it. A post detailing my experience will most likely be up next week, in case anyone’s interested. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 