You are the anxiety I get everytime I meet someone knew,
I am the last mouthful of a cup of bad coffee--grainy and weak,
We are the mismatched items in the lost and found at the local high school--forgotten pudding cups and extra small Aeropostale sweaters,
The air tastes different when I go outside,
I can taste the nostalgia,
It tastes like bunk beds and cigarettes with Brandon in silence,
You greeting me and telling me how surprisingly unlike smoke I smelled,
Sometimes when we were driving down past the old KMart I would just look at you,
It was always that moment where I knew this could be our last forever and I wanted to keep it so close,
Live in that moment forever,
But that isn't how it worked,
We pull up to my house and we get out and you pull me in,
And our lips would meet and unmeet,
And I can't look you in the eyes at the end,
We are in contact until we aren't,
Our fingers slip from each other as we walk in the opposite direction,
"Have a good night, I'll see you soon."
"Sure."
Soon is two and a half months and me deleting you on Facebook for the 3rd time,
Soon is a week with you ignoring me when I need you to understand I am here too.
Soon is me finally saying I'm not going to go through this again.
Soon is me getting into your car again when you call last minute.
I'm a sucker for you and silent cigarettes with Brandon.