I hope I don't see you in the morning.
I hope our paths never cross again...
Flashback flashback
But things aren't bad now...
I wake up in a room different than
my own, a place I once called home...
one swallow
is all it could take...
This ache hasn't dissipated in 44 days.
Its consistency has shifted, immigrated...
Here's a poem to you,
the boy with the tousled hair...
I wish there wasn't this
confusion...
Another poem asking for the impossible.
Another night wishing you were here...
[Should I even share this?]
I am able to distract myself...
Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades...
Refuse the memories,
the knowledge of...
I've never had anyone leave me before.
I just thought you should know this...