“I want to be the Jim to your Pam,” he says.
And it makes you want to smile.
the way nostalgia makes you want to smile, the way
you smile when you watch that Star Trek episode, you have
seen it a thousand times but man,
those Tribbles sure are Trouble.
So you take the stairs two at a time you
sit on that twin bed, you put your feet up,
your toes under the covers because this was almost home once;
this was safe silence of late nights without much conversation,
of finding you knew the same words to the same songs
of always having a toothbrush and a t-shirt in the car.
this was a band-aid and a bottle of Oberon
when you skinned your knee on that “shortcut” home from the bar.
and he laughs and he says “just make yourself comfortable.”
and despite all the years and the lies you almost
Do.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
“I want to be the Jim to your Pam,” he says.
And it makes you want to smile.
the way nostalgia makes you want to smile, the way
you smile when you watch that Star Trek episode, you have
seen it a thousand times but man,
those Tribbles sure are Trouble.
So you take the stairs two at a time you
sit on that twin bed, you put your feet up,
your toes under the covers because this was almost home once;
this was safe silence of late nights without much conversation,
of finding you knew the same words to the same songs
of always having a toothbrush and a t-shirt in the car.
this was a band-aid and a bottle of Oberon
when you skinned your knee on that “shortcut” home from the bar.
and he laughs and he says “just make yourself comfortable.”
and despite all the years and the lies you almost
Do.
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