Dear Julia,

My mind

It is a broken record

Of that one moment

The moment I saw you

And realized

I was in love with my best friend

My mind

It replays other moments too

Moments like

When you cried

And I was the shoulder

Moments like

When you left

And I didn’t get to say goodbye

But above all

The memory that replays the most

Was the one in which I sat

Directly before a messenger,

A respected elder of mine

Telling me that unless I forgot you

There would be consequences

I keep it hidden

But underneath it all

My mind is a broken record

And I listen