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two

september 23rd, 2016.

your hair in a messy bun, your book to your nose, you were you.
i was studying your movement, your gaze was fixated on the book, but you knew where you were going.
if it was me, i would've been bumping into everything.
you sat down quietly.

i could see the purple marks on your neck.
cute.
the waitress gave me my regular cup and was dismissed with my note to you.
she kindly handed you the note, giving a smile.
'i like your look. abandoned isle, 1:01pm.'

when we arrived at the destination, the regular druggies were busy smoking pot.
we shrugged, walking off to the other side.
we knew they were never here early.
but i didn't mind the sudden change of scenery.

you're the only drug i need.