Apr 12, 2025
it's raining tonight and my hair is thinning and your dad is dying and tomorrow i'll fall in love or try, anyway, and i miss dublin and the lights on the bridge and the day it snowed in march and we built snowmen on campus and i thought maybe i had found the truth.
come home with me, see the places i'm from and the places i'm not, and the mountains that raised me without knowing and eat my food and drink my beer and sweet talk my parents and don't stay, because i won't, but maybe just visit for awhile.