jan 22 2024 5:15pm

i wish i was better at poetry.

i want to write about how heavy your presence sits in a room with me. we were kids together. we hold pieces of eachother that can never be returned, that can never be touched. i will carry you to my grave.

(I almost got sick at work the other day thinking about a reality where you and i never met. i don’t think i ever would have made it without your influence on my life.)