She'd Known Then

Poem by Max Jarvis, illustrations by GoodStrangeVibes



she'd known then

the way the sand danced across her fingers as she knelt in the waves and gave herself to the sway of the tide


she'd known then

in every thursday morning café where strangers bustled with espressos and pastries but she took time for herself

in every stir and turn of the page that felt like the stability of a hug


she'd known then

when andrea said "would you like to go on a date with me" and "we could go to that little rock place by the seafront"

where they'd kissed once before but only because the cider and vodka had asked for it



Illustration by GoodStrangeVibes

she'd known then

in how her mother's pearl necklace felt against her skin and nestled in the hairs

cloaked her heart and kept it warm in public bathroom stalls