This should be interesting.
No family. No friends. Just work. The holidays are off to an amazing start.
+36° 59’ 1.21”, -119° 52’ 22.72”
+41° 33’ 28.27”, -71° 17’ 53.36”
Fuck you forever.
I think I want to move back to Rhode Island.
I wish he knew the shit you would talk on him.
I stopped writing about you.
For a while.
Just to see if I could ease you out of my words
and get your taste off of my tongue.
But if anything,
there are more words,
and my tongue never forgets.
You show off that cheek more
The right side, with the freckles
A constellation of sorts
I think I need to disappear for a while.
You made my November
Talks of the cold coming in
Innocent smirks wrapped in blankets
Feeling out our insides
while six hundred miles apart
You made my December
The chill finally settling in
But a fire in full force
I wanted you
I wanted you bad during my favorite season
You made my January
Messages piled up to greet me when I awoke
I smiled a fucking lot
I’ll always wish we could have shared that
New Year’s kiss
You made my February
Four through eleven
That dress looked so good on you
Even better off
I fell for the freckles
Early morning rain
Window opened wide
See Canyon clouds weren’t shy that morning
and your fascination shook my bones
The photos still sit upon my bookshelf
And so does that Pazzo
This city isn’t the same without you
Neither am I
And then you were gone
The record stops spinning.
A flip of the vinyl disk
and the second half
of the masterpiece begins.
That is where I currently rest.
Wedged between the life I knew
and the fate of me.