After an afternoon
Of long talks,
And boardwalks,
I found myself at your door
Trying to change
Something I knew
I couldn’t.
The ocean seemed
To pulsate behind me
Like my chest
As I took a deep breath
Before knocking on your
door.
And when you opened,
My heart stopped
And I crumpled to
dust.
Charlie Weerts is a fifteen-year old, trans boy. He is a poet who plays ukulele and enjoys wearing tropical print shirts.