DAY 379: In his presence and partly in my mind, I had waved bye to Mr December; although some things are just too good to forget too easily, it helps if we do. [Closure is best if you stop holding on to futile hope; but sometimes we need that hope to get through futile time.]
It was the 18th of September, back when I was loving the canadian holiday heat and you were living in your car,
that day your words made me all hot again.
It’s true, Most days you had a great way of getting me there,
especially from a distance.
The tragedy that that was,
and so where we are today.
Well, now its valentines, and I don’t have you shyly asking me to be yours, with me pushing you away without even realising I was doing it.
hey, now can I still get in touch
Despite you erasing all memory of me?
hey can I still remind you
Despite you being the master of oblivion?
I was a perfect 10 to your perfect 20. I wanted to crash into you, be with you no links dragging;
I just didn’t know it at the time, And you did, strangely,
But I’m good at helping you move on
And making myself get stuck after falling.
A year on and it’s all reversed to a situation where I doubt either of us can smile about you and I …
.. unless… you can’t see the good in life without me,
Like you are happier with me in yours?
like, it doesn’t matter anymore.