Plenty of Time
I was so afraid we’d run out of time. Funnily enough, time is all we have. What we don’t have is love.
I was so afraid we’d run out of time. Funnily enough, time is all we have. What we don’t have is love.
When we were happy, I imagined us breaking up. Now that we’re broken up, I imagine us happy.
Officially, I’m over you. Officiously, I just spent an hour on Google Street View, looking around our corner, trying to find the ghost of us.
One day I’ll type L into my search bar on Facebook and your name won’t appear underneath.
Or maybe even ‘C’.
You look so cute bundled up in your winter coat that I almost can’t handle it. But I’ll never be able to reach into it and hold you when you’re on the stoop smoking a cigarette.
I know we said we’re like siblings, but we aren’t. I don’t think about my siblings all day.
I was supposed to be your summer love, but you moved on before summer even began.
Buying all my Christmas gifts reminded me how much you hate this time of year. I wish I could be there for you again.