somehow I had forgotten that this was our last day living side by side, and that you’d return to the substance of pensive thoughts and late nights. A couple notes in a song that carried me to a place neither of us really inhabited. You know, as it was.
You don’t know, do you? But I promise, we had good moments together. Your presence, and I.
Still more real than what you’ve been to me recently. I blame myself.
I always blame myself.
I try to blame myself.