It was a tight fit
Tighter then that red dress you wore
On a Thursday night
All seven of us squeezed into one car
The songs switching every minute
Because none of us could agree
All of us laughing
But that was seven months ago
The songs still switch every minute
Because everything I listen to reminds me of that car ride
We are gone
It's just me
(I'm crying)
From: Hanako
To: That weekend.
YOU ARE READING
letters unsent.
PoetryI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
