Feb 01, 2007 01:30
i sat today,
in a familar surrounding.
i hadn't been there in a while,
things were different, yet still the same.
there's still the otoman covered postal tape,
the same tv. the same beat up furniture.
the same computer we're i've sat drunk,
plenty of times, fixing up their myspaces.
they were into video games,
and talk of illegal dealings.
when he spoke. referring to a comment i left him once.
"do it or i'll get sad, bridget"
i laughed. he's always made me laugh.
he proceded to give me the "411" as he put it
of how things have changed,
since i'm not around much.
we talked about senior year of highschool
and how it was a joke.
we talked about different nights,
and how they were funny.
i had missed being with them.
i had missed the red apartment.
and i can see they had missed me too.
it's good to know you have real friends.