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addie Dec 2024
it tastes like cinnamon and mango
spicy and sweet

the piano rolls like wheels over cobblestones
the saxophone smiles, slow and mellow
the percussion lazily tsh-tsh-tsh's its way to the edges of my room

i imagine my desk lamp as a fireplace
my stool as a weathered armchair
my coffee as some hot chocolate

for a moment
my apartment is a cabin in the woods
and christmas is not that far away
Nose to tail
We only had
Maybe...
Five years?


Right?


Wish I could ask you

You know I've never
Been good with time

Though
In the end

You weren't either


Ba-dum-tsh


Do you still have a sense of humor
When you're, like,
'On that side of things'?

I sure ******* hope so

You could always make me laugh
And I may have only ever really bloomed
When I could steal a laugh from you


Ugh


If you can still know stuff where you are
Then I'm sure you can tell
Without me having to say, but
I really miss sharing things with you


That's alright though


Cause
When
It has
To be

It is

And I still have this
Little thing we connected over

Feelings and words and all that crap
So dramatic, the two of us


I hope you're allowed to keep that too


They say the brightest lights
Burn out the fastest
And that some are here for a good time
Not a long one


I'd rather you'd been here for both

But we both knew, even back then

We rarely get what we really want



Right?

— The End —