Posted at 06:59 PM.
i come here everyday in hopes that the nagging throb would start to dissipate.
or the people around me would numb it at least.
or take my mind off of it.
it should stop here.
there's always something around to remind me of you.
there's always a song playing somewhere.
a familiar smell. a familiar sight.
i miss the friendship. i miss your sarcasm. i miss you bullying me. i miss hearing you breathe. i miss feeling your heartbeat. i miss ruffling your hair. i miss the prick of your unshaven beard.
i wish to go back.
knowing i never could.
never would.
all i would have is a notebook full of stuff you said.
stuff that makes you real to me.
i want to go back to that water's edge
to hear you break a whole story of a movie you saw.
out of nothingness to say
but with the wanting to stay.
just the lapping water.
the dim lights at a distance.
the moon and the stars as witness.
i loved you then.
i love you still.