Dedicated to Bobby Trice, Willem Cole Traupel, and Haley Ristow
Spilled sodas
and spilled hearts.
Smoked cigarettes
and smoked days.
The snow has ceased falling, and my mood has continued climbing.
What used to be a dark shade of orange, an orange haze,
is now a light, gentle shade of white.
Crisp and clear.
And as I shoveled the drive way,
I thought of the less than extraordinary Sunday
and how extraordinary it was.
And as I looked into my cigarette pack, finding it empty,
I remembered a quote the director of our school play had said
"Do not cry because it's over, smile because it happened"
And I guess it's silly to think of a pack of Organic American Spirits in the same shade of white that others think of a school play.
Maybe it's not so much the cigarettes but the people I shared them with.
The people I love.
My bestfriends.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
Dedicated to Bobby Trice, Willem Cole Traupel, and Haley Ristow
Spilled sodas
and spilled hearts.
Smoked cigarettes
and smoked days.
The snow has ceased falling, and my mood has continued climbing.
What used to be a dark shade of orange, an orange haze,
is now a light, gentle shade of white.
Crisp and clear.
And as I shoveled the drive way,
I thought of the less than extraordinary Sunday
and how extraordinary it was.
And as I looked into my cigarette pack, finding it empty,
I remembered a quote the director of our school play had said
"Do not cry because it's over, smile because it happened"
And I guess it's silly to think of a pack of Organic American Spirits in the same shade of white that others think of a school play.
Maybe it's not so much the cigarettes but the people I shared them with.
The people I love.
My bestfriends.
Bobby, Haley, and Willem, I love you all dearly and will forever hold you close to my heart.
That was corny.
**** all y'all.
