a month and a day
we just go about our days, seemingly okay. we're functional, we do what we're supposed to do, say what we're supposed to say, smile when we're expected to. but every so often, I crack, I'm sorry. this facade, its too difficult to upkeep. last night, I went by your locker, and I just sat there for a good fifteen minutes. I took out your cologne and I held it. the fragrance alone brought back a whole flood of memories.
me lying lazily in bed watching you get dressed and spray yourself on dozens of occasions.
us in my little cramped room struggling for space to wear our clothes simultaneously.
us in bangkok, us in phuket, us in bangkok again
early mornings, late afternoons, dinner dates, everything just came back from just holding your davidoff cool water.
when I walk past you in school I have to convince myself that we're alike, both struggling to make the days pass.
I'm not sure anymore. Maybe you really are okay and its as always, just me.
me lying lazily in bed watching you get dressed and spray yourself on dozens of occasions.
us in my little cramped room struggling for space to wear our clothes simultaneously.
us in bangkok, us in phuket, us in bangkok again
early mornings, late afternoons, dinner dates, everything just came back from just holding your davidoff cool water.
when I walk past you in school I have to convince myself that we're alike, both struggling to make the days pass.
I'm not sure anymore. Maybe you really are okay and its as always, just me.