I. 90 Days
here we are
you are one of the select few
that i actually want to spend time with
one-on-one
embracing the limited days we have left.
“it’ll be chaos when you’re gone,” i say an honest truth
you chuckle. i like the sound, it’s familiar.
then your eyes get a little distant. “that means a lot.”
i fiddle with my fries so i have something to do when you say,
“it’s people like you that make me feel like i’m leaving something.”
and it’s sharp as my heart starts to crack down the middle.
“aw,” the stupid little sound that croaks out of my mouth.
“before I could have left without caring. but now, there’s something to miss.”
the crack keeps splitting, goes all the way down.

II. Uncomplicated
occasionally i think about it
and it becomes so uncomplicated
it’s not like some simple words
could change everything anyway