To the sidewalk at Night
Cranberry to the house.
It's not right.
I feel old.
Like the rust of speech.
Like 3 degrees off and a letter from Jack.
Takes all 2 seconds to get used to it.
The nearness of you.
And the walk back home.
Garrett Johnson.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 7:00 PM UTC
To the sidewalk at Night
Cranberry to the house.
It's not right.
I feel old.
Like the rust of speech.
Like 3 degrees off and a letter from Jack.
Takes all 2 seconds to get used to it.
The nearness of you.
And the walk back home.
Garrett Johnson.
Don't look back.
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