I thought yesterday, going to a mountain will never be the same. Going to a wedding will never be the same. Going to the coffee shop will never be the same, because I did all of those fucking things with you. What a curse, to be trapped in your world, and you’re not in it.
I was dreaming
I was thinking
of a day
we’re old
Walkin in a park,
with our,
dog named spark
Taken hikes,
posting pics,
of where we are,
These memories,
don’t seem,
too far,
from where,
we are