scomiche one-shots

The Good Times.

The Good Times. By Scott Grassi-Hoying.

We sat together, laughing at jokes.

We walked together, holding each other's hands.

I sat alone, tired and old.

I walked alone, the world feeling bland.

We laid together, we were happy, I knew.

We cried together, your head on my shoulder.

I lay alone, wishing for you.

I cried alone, wishing we never got older.

We kissed together, your lips tasted like candy.

We sang together, we won the talent show.

I kiss alone, my lips taste like brandy.

I sing alone, playing our song on the radio.

We slept together, you were always blushing.

We loved together, cuddling on my bed.

I sleep alone, feeling like nothing.

I love alone, I want to be dead.