For that picture we pinned on the wall before we left, the mahogany table and my Beartic Rug—
I had fun, did you? You had some, me too. I met girls like you; were they good? No just new All the pictures I have — you look great, I look bad It's okay, things just c h a n g e
Some things in life were just parallels.
We see scenes that seem to have been experienced before – people who don't look familiar, but feel familiar. A place, a smell; perhaps even a touch. It was in the way your footsteps sounded outside the door at 3am hovering and contemplating on whether whatever was on your mind was important enough to wake them up for – you, sniveling and trying your best to hold back tears as a goddamned twenty-year old man while he lay awake evening his breath (pretending to be asleep and nonchalant), wondering if you'd open the door.
We're not children anymore— that's what you tell yourself while his grey hues study the lighted shadows on the ceiling of your shared apartment instead of paying attention to the lingering shadow of your frame outside his room— thinking;
You can keep me up all night.
And at times things would move faster than we had anticipated. Man in its eternally fallible state would return to dust and decay, and thoughts of you eventually become memories and memoirs that don't outlast the eve of our existence. Some people and religions believe in a second chance – reincarnation; what-have-you.
Rest in peace, old friend. The Champion I could never be; For showing true strength and camaraderie
Can I speak with you? Can we meet real soon? Are you down here too? Did you save me your shoes? —
Before long, a new cycle begins; a child born to a mother – forgotten, cherished, adored, abandoned. We give in to the lottery of our fates, while he held on to the chance of a (redo). I wasn't a good-enough friend; I wasn't there enough. For every time I had shut you out instead of letting you in, I got a little less of you; a compromised version of you, entirely.
Dear Diary — I was sure I saw you that day. Brown hair, messy hair. The same wam eyes. Only one person I ever knew (even if I searched the whole world through) would feel like that. Like home. I know it's you—
We look good as two, said we would, guess you knew You still meet with you there – Buy you clothes change my hair All the pictures you see Maybe keep one with me It's okay, we just change
