It's 10pm.Friday night,and he's already asleep.
Outside I can hear people laughing.Drinking.Conversing.
I'm here in this room with perfect hardwood floors.A bed with
expensive sheets.I have someone laying next to me,but in this
moment I haven't felt so alone.
And all I can think about is what I wouldn't give to be back
where I was.
And all I can remember is the smell of popcorn.Dim
lights.Sunscreen and sunburns.Cold nights.I'm realising I'm
already starting to forget your laugh.The sound of your voice.
How much more time will go by before I don't remember you at
all?
You always used to leave a mark.Now my skin has no pigment.
I'm laying in this bed.Stranded..like I'm on an island.His back is
to me,and he might as well be miles away.
And I am thinking of all the things I would be doing tonight if it
were you instead.
I stained those expensive sheets with my memories of you.
