what i remember most is how perfectly your tiny hands fit in mine

you let me sleep in your bed every night i was in buffalo. you cooked me pancakes, you played jazz records on vinyl, you gave me your sweatshirt and sent me poems in the mail

endless laughs and chai tea and big blue eyes, you are a brilliant universe unto yourself

i can’t believe i treated your beautiful heart so carelessly

your dog never liked me. maybe she knew i’d break your heart someday