Jun 02, 2009 01:42
i can't breathe without you,
but i have to...
- [TS]
Spring in Central Park and walking together down the Upper West Side are the memories that invade every piece of clothing or favorite food. My white Converse sneakers stained with dirt, from that April day we sat and listened to beautiful music and then wandered the streets til dark, still have yet to go back on my feet and I think that the time may finally be coming to put them back on. Wearing them feels like failure, like admitting I'm never coming back.
I am coming back.
Things still don't feel right without you close by. You have been the one constant longing over all these months and now that the time to jump in head first has come the feeling remains. Have things changed between us because our one brief visit felt mostly the same. You split an avocado and handed me the other half and handed me two or three goldfish crackers from every handful. "I see it now. You finish each other's sentences and practically read each other's thoughts. Everything is okay for you when he is there."
Everything is okay for me when you are near.