𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝟏𝟒

the stone wall
is cold against the tips
of my pale fingers.
I turn my head to see
him in his ghostly
state congregating by the
vending machine
that seems oddly out of place.
he is surrounded by friends
and swiftly
types B14 into the vending machine.
he receives a few broken
murmurs from the crowd as he does.
soon the crowd dissipates and all
that is left over is him standing
in front of the machine,
leaning down to retrieve his goldfish.
my eyes catch his as they glimmer
quickly.
and soon he fades out as well
like a character in a horribly filmed
1990s psa.
I wish I saw more of him,
yet most days it feels like he exists
in the corners of my
daydreams and in the epicenter
of my nightly adventures laced between
sleep and the sound of my
old alarm clock.
I wish he was more real to me.
I wish it everyday, yet all I can do
is hope he'll pop up more often.
hope that maybe he thinks of me just the
way I think of him
and that he is much nearer than I believe.

written on: november 5th, 2020