sooner or later,
we will have to bring out your clothes and books safely tucked in my room. we will have to bring them to your house or put them in boxes for your flight. we will be exchanging kisses and hugs good enough to last us until you visit again.
i will feel that excruciating sense of longing once it hits me that you wonât be here in my room for quite some time. i will feel lonely knowing that i couldâve shared this dish of uni with you at 2am after a gig. iâll be rapping Solo. the distance between you and me would be oceans away and not within arms reach as i wrap myself around you while you sleep. we will have to endure.
youâll come back and iâll be holding a sign that says, âwelcome home, glowbug.â
















