Read, Reread
Let's reread each other like an old book we knew we enjoyed but had forgotten. Through yellowed pages, a blur of late nights reappear. Piece by piece we begin falling back into place. A new routine muddled with the ghosts of old ones. Let's replay first kisses and dress up for nights out. Ask me about my past. Tell me about your future plans. Years and years have gone by, but subtleties like the way you bite your lip still remains. But the questions, we're still asking. The answers, wondering if they've changed. Of all parts to the story, it was the end that stuck the most. But I think we're both hoping for an alternate ending.















