alarm at 7:00
the only thing iāve been thinking about in the past few weeks
(aside from theater, and classwork, and volunteering)
is how much itās going to hurt
when the bottom drops out from under us.
two years canāt be long enough.
two years is almost nothing,
and then weāll never be together again.
thereās no way we all end up in the same place.
and i miss you when i spend three months away.
i miss you when we go three weeks without talking.
i miss you, sometimes, as soon as i get home.
eight years is a long time,
yseyodsz.
anticipating it canāt be good for either of us
but i keep tripping up the staircase
and i think you do too.















