Anna

15

ischia

maybe this is one of those
teenage romances
there we fall
deeply
deeply
and are torn apart
cruelly
that’s how reality works

maybe we’re really in love
maybe you’re my one and only
and while the summer heat
washes
in Ischian waves
across this country I call
home
the air conditioning will cool our fevered brows
insanity
is thinking this is real
is thinking this could be real

you’re a figment
a character in a romance novel
badly written, badly drawn
perfect
in every way

and maybe we’re in love
maybe I’m your one and only

if I sleep, will I see you?
if I sleep, will we be together?
tell me
now
the truth
Please
and I’ll sleep
forever
if only for a maybe