Photo by Marcel Glasi
It was just me and
Not much of a definition for a relationship and grammatically incorrect, but who were we to romanticize our casual selves.
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
Recall us together like the back of my hand you used to hold.
In the car especially, I was always next to
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
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
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