a timeline of the good things

the first night he was the tall friend of a guy and I noticed and that was that the real first night he was the tall guy who I semi knew and who I stuck with when the party died “you’re chill as fuck! let’s exchange numbers?” the club going and not really expecting anythingContinue reading “a timeline of the good things”

3 days later, 12:40am

Today was the first day I felt normal again. It’s fall, which takes me straight back to this time last year. The brisk air, the peacoat pulled out far too early and too eagerly. I bounced to class across campus with WH by my side. It’s the same and it’s completely different. I talked toContinue reading “3 days later, 12:40am”

2 days later, 6:08pm

from that night, I want to remember, if nothing else, this: JKm is lying by my left side; I am sitting with my knees drawn up. we are thinking, independently, of the last year. I turn my tearful face from the sky to his. we look at each other, bare. open, for the last time. we bothContinue reading “2 days later, 6:08pm”