the last lines of the last poem in the first book by your favorite poet repeat the phrase you are going to miss people and i never quite took it to heart, but now that i have, it seems like there was no interludeβ i've already moved onto the final line of that final poem: and you are going to be okay
β*w.b.h. // mornings of nostalgia
I haven't written anything in a while, so I wanted to actually act on some inspiration for once. I have a better idea that hopefully I can expound upon if I find time.