If Today Were a Song
I wanted to save this FB post from certain loss in obscurity.
With thanks to This Guy: my mood today if it were a song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzoD8DMWDs0&fbclid=IwAR2fVx_OdDi3pyjR-UBi09nTJWjgh68_7PnEXnPioOifsM-B_NBMcZpEqro
I remember sitting outside the BrewHaha cafe on days like this--rainy and cold--on the roof, looking down on Newark in between classes, all the naked trees and scuttling people, smoking my cloves, fuming about one boy or the other.
To think I might have lived so long, to not feel the need to fret over any boy, not even my own, but to pang over a woman--the only woman, really. Who I'll never see again.