#about l

i don't remember the moment i first saw her but she does she tells me i was sidling down the pavement hands in my pockets dressed in black and in purple like i cared so much what she would think - as if i already knew - when idly my eyes swept the scene before me and i smiled she doesn't remember the moment she first saw me but in her sleep one day she said: “i dreamt you, lover, before i ever met you, and it's ever so sad, but i think i am dreaming again” when bleary she woke i asked if she remembered saying anything, i don't, she said, why do you ask, did i say something? don't worry about it, i said; but sometimes when i'm out walking through the rain or the wind idly my eyes sweeping the scene before me i have a strange sense that i know what she meant and i do not smile

omg that morse guy and the other one

I hereby tag! @la-mangouste @maestro-of-minds @fbiartist @selfdeclared and anyone else who wishes to do this :)

I’m walking by work again. It’s empty. I’m closing. This feels familiar. When the lights go out the wind kicks up, and I am back by your window. The curtains are closed again. It’s dark at your desk again. And again the sinking blackness encompasses my heart. I’m forgetting what your clothes smell like. When my hands were close enough to trail the length of your spine, your hands and skin felt cold. But I gripped you harder and leaned into you more so that 8 months later I could stand in front of your window in the cold spring breeze while the sky gets darker and the sun goes down, behind the top of the building that makes me sick. They’ll all be here next year. And here I am, laundry girl. Just the laundry girl, just the one who happened to be in the wrong app at the wrong time, the one who happened to be in the wrong class, the wrong poem, the wrong job. I looked down to see another. “You have received another tinder message” I swiped right, right off the screen. I should get a different wallpaper.