You’re talking about driving plans and oh god it’s happening.

The 3 written in sharpie just reminds me that we really don’t have any time left.
I can’t swipe from your closet or sneak into your room in the wee hours of the morning to watch your body rise and fall with your heavy breathing.
Your closet will be empty and your bed cold.
You will be gone.
Gone forever.
With only pictures and a three day visit at Christmas to remind us of our happy childhood. The childhood I still have. Only it’ll be missing you.
I wish this wasn’t all happening so quickly.
And the shoulder I usually lean on is yours but you’ve got better things to do then let me cry. Shoulder and all.
So I can’t rant about my lack of love life or my new makeup. You’ll say you have no time when I call. And I will be worse than I was.

But you’re talking about driving plans and oh god it’s happening.

And I don’t think you know it.
Any of it.

I don’t think you know I love you.