there is a pink peach resting on my window sill
it is the same color as your lip gloss was

im not one to be sentimental, but i really do miss our sun-lit mornings
i miss the light blue hotel
im not romantic, but this would sound better in French.

the day i realized you were gone, was the same day i snapped the guitar strings on accident

ive learned to love these fleeting things
because this is my life, there's no way to run from it.
ive found the light in hope
or at least im attempting