Sometimes I sit in bed listening to The 1975 and reading Tennessee Williams
Sometimes I walk in the rain to go get an iced chai latte and wear my favorite boots
Sometimes I hold my own hand and sleep on my stomach and pretend there's a ******* lab at the end of my bed.
Sometimes I miss you.
Like happy heartbreak
Forgotten goodbyes
One last sigh before the hug is over
Words exchanged
Glances given
something suppressed
neither knows what

But then it's too late
Because I'm here
too far
And soon you'll be even farther

Both of us figuring out everything we talked about
on long walks
on Thursday mornings
in the dark
on the patio
too late,
too early

too late.

K.A.