Updated: Jul 31, 2022
In the warm summer air.
As it brushes my hair and burns my chest.
I'm not good with change.
Or goodbyes.
Or forced hellos even.
Our break.
My brother's baby.
Sammy moving.
Deaths.
Divorces.
People moving on.
Moving forward.
And me?
Alone in my apartment.
Writing about change,
but not living it.
For him to ask you how you're doing. To visit the home you've put your heart into. To ask to hang out. To ask about your life. Your boyfriend. Your travels. Or hobbies. Or friends. To care.
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