Fly

I wrote a poem called “Fly” during my sophomore year. It was the second semester. I was looking at the guy who sat across from me in class – he was one of my best friends – and I wrote the poem about him. There were many interesting things about that poem and that boy, and what the poem would eventually mean as I looked back on it a few months later. Now the word “fly” brings emotion to me, it brings love, and hate, and loss, and hope for the future. As a “writer”, I attach such implications to words.