“I can see the
ocean. I miss you. I’ll call you
tomorrow after my
phone is set up.”
i am almost cried dry. It’s that fucking song or the grocery isles, or when i close my eyes and inhale what i think is you. It is definitely the sushi stand that is now closed with a ripped-out fridge and concrete dust floors, and now i drink your tea and eat alone. i don’t know why this is happening because i knew you were leaving.
inevitability does not equal solace - quite the opposite, in fact.
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