The sunset was so pretty tonight
I always think of you when I see them, how many times we watched it together while sharing a cigarette on the steps
It matches nicely with the color of your hair.
I think that the moments we share will last forever in my chest, like warm arms wrapped around me as you sing my name. And I think
if I had known I wasn't going to see you again then I would have tried a little harder to make it worth your while. Or maybe I would have enjoyed the feeling of being home just a bit longer. I would've
held you just a little tighter, just a little longer. I think I definitely would have savored the moment. And I think about these things a lot even though I plead with myself not to. The memory of you will always live
inside me like a worm wrapped around my heart that makes it beat faster.
I draw my breath, write these words, and ask myself:
if I could cut out the part of you that lives in me, would I?
I think I like how fast my heart beats.