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The Rainy Days

May 12, 2017

Photo by Marcel Glasi 

 

It was just me and

You.

Not much of a definition for a relationship and grammatically incorrect, but who were we to romanticize our casual selves.

 

You

Unaware of memories that envelope the cortices in my mind I can’t even remember the biological names of but here’s to “who cares” because  

 

You,

Recall us together like the back of my hand you used to hold.

In the car especially, I was always next to

 

You

Your black licorice cologne lingering on my blouse and all the times you didn’t care to wash your hair from surfing, giving permission for summer to take its course on

 

You.

A warm letter to write a couple sentences on my pathetic astronomy theories and new songs I threw together with an underlying anthem of “I love

You.”

 

A couple years go by like a humbling infinity I don’t have the courage to mention until now. I watch your life through tiny boxes on the Internet on the rainy days, opposing our latter summer love we can't afford to continue.

I see that you’ve moved farther away and cut your hair.

I think it’s time that I wash you out of mine.

 

Americanos and cigarettes

A taste easy to remember

But a love I gut-wrenching to forget

 

I can’t forget

You.

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