August 4, 2024

Replays in my mind, all the things I should have
could have
wish I had 
said in the moment 
before you twisted your knife of words into me.

I dream of making up with you
beers with you
laughing like we used to
in our old spot by the window 
at The Yellow Dog.

Drunk at The Lo Pub 
we pretended we’d be 
friends forever.

How I miss 2010 some days.

Dingy bars and craft beers
drunk exploring anxieties and fears
broken hearts and insecurities
nursed over IPA’s and specialties 
hoping we’d get better some day.

I just never expected that we’d do it apart

that’s all.