Andrews

he’s the boy that’s far too easy to fall in love with

like last week

when he talked and I couldn’t concentrate

and by the end I was a mess

but he wasn’t there to pick me up

and I hear he drives a nice car

and when he drives he’s sophisticated

like his actions

like his words

and his future is all planned out

but for now he’s not near me

never was, but I picture it differently

because past 3am I will not be thinking straight

and that is when I miss him

like he is a part of life that needs to be dealt with

like he is a memory I won’t give up on

there are those days however

certain lapses in time

when we don’t talk

and I feel like the world whispers

and they tell me to go for it

to risk it all

but I am leaving and I refuse to grasp that fact

he is my long distance bill

my post-it note

my reminder to live life to the fullest

and I hope he does the same

because there are those days

when I am unsure

and he does not know what to say

but I can just imagine what his voice sounds like

and at 3am i will listen to his words

and the next day have them on the tip of my tongue

with the silhouette of his hand

firmly intertwined with mine