Riley welch is a poet from texas living in colorado. She posts three original poems a week. 

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Sweat soared off my face and I was red. 
My face was red, inhaling exhaling inhaling. 

The sweet juice dropped from the slice of orange that sat on the edge of the counter. 
"Catch it!" She yelled, "Catch it!"

In the distance I watched you sprint away,
and thought about all the different days that could have been. 

2/7/2018

Next Step

Too Ill