july 11th 2017
do you remember
chap. 6
do you remember,
when we stared through the foggy, ice stained bus window
at the houses we could never in this life
ever own
do you remember,
how we always promised to each other
that we would live together in
one of those beautiful houses
do you remember?
when mr. walter, the bus driver would
take that shortcut through the fancy neighborhood and we would stare out that window and grab each others arms and point,
"that one that one! wow that ones so pretty."
we would always promise
we promised
to always be friends
but that's not how it is now
i remember
i doubt you do
YOU ARE READING
peaches n chlorine
Poetryon crying into virtual shoulders and feeling momentarily comforted book 2 of my stupid rants and journaling cause i don't have anymore notebooks irl i'll probably regret this later in life ohgod © copyright may 2017
