i want to text you tonight
and tell you that your campus
is totally haunted, and that it's
beautiful either way.
it was built on old mines,
from dead hopes and dreams
of the gold rush, but you
probably don't think that way.
you posted something about
how you can't find your classes
and nothing about how you live
in one of the most beautiful places.
on all sides there are mountains,
green and lush and soon to be
covered with snow, and i'd love
to be there with you in all of it.
i can't tell you, not for a long time.
it would be unfair to let you know
just how much i think of you
after all i said to you that night.
you post song lyrics like i did
when we first met, when we were
just kids running around town
with nowhere to be but together.
title from "pleaser" by wallows