As it gets colder. I think back to the days when you would meet me right in front of the payphone on the corner. We would walk together to the train, stop at Starbucks, pick up my venti, and walk to my school. in between that time we would laugh, catch up, and tease each other.
As it gets colder it also gets closer. Closer to the day where I lost you. Closer to the day where I held you in my arms one last time. Closer till the day I would remain hollow.
It’s almost a year, I don’t know if I’m mourning the “right” way and accepting your death. Or still plotting my escape route to once reunite and meet again.