gunwithoutmusic | 7. Hikikomori

I think often about
Our times by the river,
You singing Sarah and
Me harmonizing while
Waiting for you to pass the joint,
Our cheeks aching and
Our toes digging into the wet sand.

It wasn't love,
But something nearly,
That held us together
From the first time that I
Awkwardly told you your hair was pretty
To the last time we spoke,
Still dreaming our dreams and
Planning out our lives together.

How easy it is,
Once proximity is a memory,
To be swept away in the
Current, and to believe
There isn't any fighting it,
To let circumstances dictate.

I wish that I could
Return us to what we were and
Undo all that has happened,
Fight against, and
Find you.

Instead I think often about
Dreaming with you by the river, and
Spend my days avoiding mirrors.