Why do you want to leave so bad?” you asked, taking me by surprise.

I still can’t believe you’re standing right in front of me, that we’re smoking together just like old times, as if the seven months of silence were nothing.

you, you, you
“I guess, I’m just tired of this place.”
of seeing you everywhere

You looked at me, and for a minute I thought you could see past my lie. But then you joked, “No one at all you’re willing to stay for?”

And I prayed so hard for my nervous laughter to silence the screaming inside me –

you, you, it’s still you, always you.

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