he reached for my hand when i only held his arm.
maybe he was drunk. maybe he was conscious.
we were under the swings in the playground.
it seemed like we were in a sepia faded photograph. the sun was very mellow. everything was very yellow. faded, fading.
we were sitting next to each other. very close. he was in a simple white tee - the one i picked with him the day before i left. he leaned in close and our lips touched.
i woke up.
i miss you. what do you do when you miss someone so much someone you don’t even know.
can you miss someone you don’t know, can you love someone you don’t know. can you fall in love with an idea, with an image so real your dreams become your reality, your nights become your day.