it has been two weeks. I started something like this once before - “it has been two weeks.”
not the same two weeks. now I miss him and thinking about him makes me look up and tighten my lips together and push my fingernails into my palm and try not to sigh, but I sigh anyway and then I look right down at the ground, the only safe place.
I’m just missing him and us and the summer, such a beautiful, beautiful magic summer.
