We were in Montreal
But this time you were there
And my friends
You said you liked my skirt
We got up from dinner
Everyone walked around
I walked close to you
You were taller than me, like in real life, too
You rubbed my back and my waist
Kept me close to you
It wasn’t weird
I liked it
A lot
More than anyone should
Looking up at you
Having you there
Like that
Intimately
Not awkwardly
Not weirdly
Like perfect
Forever
And when I woke up
I thought maybe
This could be
Something
"Life isn't about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself."
Said the big chalkboard on the wall
In that gym lined with red mats
And chairs and chairs and chairs
I'll never forget
I feel useless
Unproductive
No one needs me right now
Good
I have nothing to do
B o r e d o m.
I can't stop thinking about you
I assign myself tasks
Keeping me occupied
When I got home
After those two days
Passed by much too fast
And then they were gone
And I was changed forever
When I got home
I remember
I cried and cried and cried
From longing
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