The season changes and I
change with it as
memories of my
summer learning to live without it,
become a distant and uncomfortable thought that
I’d like to remember for a while,
never come closer, but
stay where I can see you.
This is,
how we’ll breathe for now.

&A; story that I barely
remember is
the one that I like best. Keeping you close,
is keeping me here.
Anyone else would already be gone.
It hasn’t been long enough, yet
but I’m not scared to admit that my favourite places are
the ones where we are.
&Every; time, I can’t help but wonder if I’m the
only one who can
see the way I’ve changed
these past few days.