Poems About My Missed Connections


When I think about everything I could have done differently 

I realize I haven’t lost you

because i never had you to begin 

Maybe one day ill have the chance to really lose you.

or maybe you’ll lose me.

or maybe you already have.

it’s a thought,

but not a reality.

You’ll always have me somewhat.


He made us iced coffee.

I poured his cream and he poured mine.

We went Dutch at the diner.

“You two think alike” said the waitress in white

We smiled.

Or maybe it was only me who smiled


we all lay in the meadow.

we listen to The Beatles,

And talk about Lennon’s lows.

He’s a jealous guy.

Well I’m a jealous girl.

“I wanna hold your hand”

“I’ve just seen a face”

“Baby it’s you”

we sing the sha-la-la’s together.

you whisper to me that he doesn’t love you.

I tell you to indulge in the unattainable 

Im in love with the fact that I don’t fully have him, I think I always have been.

And even when I do find myself wanting him entirely

I remember: I am trying not to hurt anyone.

This marks the start of summer. 


What is it with April?

It seems to be a staple 

my maple turns to syrup

Sappy and unstable

I pinched myself 

In park slope

I wasn’t dreaming 

I think there’s hope

(Author & Photography by Angelina Zaphyria)