later
somewhere down south
-
her
i was exhausted.
i don't quite know
if i knew this yet,
but i was.
sitting on that couch
in a living room
that i wish i didn't know
so damn well.
thinking about
staring into those
dark hazel eyes
feeling the last summer
flooding into my mind.
long nights spent
staring at the stars in the sky
and laughing at bad jokes
and reciting bad poetry we
somehow wrote.
it's a place i can't let go of.
somewhere far away
but close to home at the
same exact time.
you're far away now,
but not too long and i'll
see you again.
i know it's not the end
for us.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
