the boy killed the grass, peeling the blades off the wet ground.

do you know i used to like you?, she asked.
you hid it well, he replied, with a little laugh.

and there was silence, for a while.

do you still?, he was curious
no, not anymore., she said softly to the stars

cool, he said, releasing the little bits that got carried away by the wind.
we're all like that