Skip to main content

Sarah Lordi

 

We argue like children; not listening,

our backs turned, guarded, yet so close to touching.

Both stubborn, knowing very well it stings;

unrelenting, always doing too much.

 

The silent treatment, a familiar friend

all because we do not know what to say.

Exchanging glances, tears stream, and arms extend,

words stuck between us; find another way.

 

Our fingers intertwine, shoulders drop,

we embrace, lock eyes, and kiss; start anew.

 


Sarah Lordi is majoring in psychology and communications and minoring in Creative Writing. She will graduate as a part of Rutgers Class of 2024.

Sarah wrote this poem in a creative writing class taught by Professor Susan Miller. Miller selected the piece for inclusion in WHR.