Iāve always said how itās a lot harder, or a different kind of pain, when you lose a close friend
Juxtaposed to breaking up with a significant other
Iām torn in all kinds of ways that I donāt know how to really express anymore
Because my body is tired of all the sad storms
My brain canāt wrap around the amount of effort it takes to attempt to control the weather.
Iāve had to relearn what love was multiple times
And Iām still not sure if I got it right
If this pain is all Iāve known.
Or maybe I do have it right this time
But I was always meant to lose.
Weather isnāt meant to be controlled
Itās meant to be endured
Bracing ourselves, taking shelter, or standing in it
Until we see the sun again
Until birds are flying and singing again
Will we endure this weather?
Seasons are always changing
But will we be in the same house? Same room? Same bed?
I hope you know that there will always be space for you in my house
Iāll have something on Netflix playing in the background while you fall asleep
Iāll make sure five eggs are ready for you to eat in the morning
That both of your favorite black shorts are ready to wear in the morning
And that a fan is in your room in case you get hot
- or maybe just turn on the AC since your ass gets too hot and would still sleep in a thick blanket.
Iāll still write you letters
And sing you songs while Iām in my car alone
Iāll look at Disney pins and only think about what you would like, or want
Iāll watch your favorite movies and think about all your favorite lines to say in casual conversation
When I hear one of our many songs, Iāll replay all the lines we keep singing back to each other
When Iām in an empty parking lot, Iāll think of you brushing my hair behind my left ear & remember when you said you had to go but tried to find every excuse to stay, like asking me to get pho with you lol
Will you remember me too?
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