Dear Cali
It’s been two weeks, and I haven’t seen your short brown hair with the bold green streaks… I haven’t heard your laugh or seen your smile, or that little twinkle in your eye that only happens every so often.
I’ve been to the skate park a bit, but you were never there. I’d sit for ages and stare at nothing, hoping you’d come by. You never did Cali.
Do you remember the first time I saw you? I was failing miserably at skating… I’d just about given up, when I heard your voice, “No wonder you can’t skate, what with pants like that…” you said. I shook my head and laughed at your comment, ready to fire back with a simple “Fuck of will you?” and then I turned around. I saw you sitting there, one arm folded over your chest, the other delicately holding a cigarette. You blew smoke, I coughed waving it away from me, and you laughed at that.
I couldn’t tell you to fuck off, Cali… Because I swear the moment I saw you, everything changed. I sat down next to you, and you passed me your cigarette… I took once drag, almost choking before I threw it down and stepped on it.
To think that was two weeks ago.
Where are you Cali?
Love,
Luke xo
