omg that's so soon wowow
High spirits and dread interlacing, when the chapter closes and the bookmark is carefully placed. When we realize things are going to be different.
Our lives change and I can hardly see those days anymore but I smell them. Full of coffee and birthday cake and bodies too close together in the elevator — we feast on ourselves and never go hungry.
We lived for each other then. Or at least I did. But when you live for someone else, it's always 2:45pm on a Wednesday.
There must be more, you think as you scribble down the end. You can peek at your notes. There must be red flowers and stolen glances and all the feelings, good and bad, rushing from your body through the universe and back.