Leftie With a Silent T

I once met a chic
who was socially awkward,
and introverted as me

With her fair share of melanin
she was elite

I’d hugged her a couple of times
thrice if I’m right
it felt nice
pocket size just the way I liked

I happened to get out of sight
and in my solitude
she was the first in mind

the only one alive

I still think of her at times
more often at night
when darkness shines bright
and memories mere psychedelic plights.