XVII
Had lunch together and shared pouch eggs—you’d wait for me during exams and we’d walk across the school’s field; laughing ’bout memes and nonsensical shits.
It was end of September, when we argued about your new peers—’till you left. And t’was November 5th when you apologized for they weren’t real, at least, I’m still and will ever be.
Month’s gone, losing count of all the things we used to share. Vision’s becoming blur as I stood before this lonely field of grass; how come a distant memory—you would last.
prompts, poems and idk 