You laugh
It’s a little thing, but you made that smile for me
and for now I am glad
to sit here and endure this boredom
Because you’re here too
and I’ve never felt anything like this before
but everything and nothing makes sense
And all at once I know
I would stay here forever if I could
fitting in is rent, and it's due every day
paid in the basic clothes you wear
and in the people of which you smile and compliment
but more importantly in the people you don't
The dirty gravel path crunches under the tires of our Toyota. Dust rises around the car, blurring the tall vibrant trees hugging the road.
Shadows lengthening
Air sharpening to a crisp
Summer slipping day by day
Something new and familiar in its place.
Bags stuffed with papers
Early morning bus rides
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