I remember you.
I remember cello strings,
I remember blunt remarks,
I remember punches to the gut.
And I remember late nights,
tucked against one another,
whispering secrets and holding sweaty hands.
And I remember the wonder in your eyes,
making plans to runaway.
Maybe to Canada, maybe to Sweden.
Yet I loose the memory of us.
Giggling in blanket forts,
clearing cans of whip cream.
Yet I've found you again, and I can't tell if I should stay.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
I remember you.
I remember cello strings,
I remember blunt remarks,
I remember punches to the gut.
And I remember late nights,
tucked against one another,
whispering secrets and holding sweaty hands.
And I remember the wonder in your eyes,
making plans to runaway.
Maybe to Canada, maybe to Sweden.
Yet I loose the memory of us.
Giggling in blanket forts,
clearing cans of whip cream.
Yet I've found you again, and I can't tell if I should stay.
Im in a crazy time of life of reconnecting with old friends and loosing them, it all feels like a whirlwind of emotion. What hurts the most though is not remembering all the small moments between us that they do.