Channeling folklore vibes...
I know it should have been you and I think you know it too. We text like old lovers, one after another the messages pop up with the ease of more anniversaries than we can count on fingers. There’s no lingering sense of what this is, we don’t kiss and tell cause there’s nothing to hide, we confide in each other like swapping coins, take a token, leave one there, blue bubbles stacked like stairs. We share space without racing hearts, we touch like we’ve played these parts so much it’s not a rush but the brush of a familiar routine. Set up the punchline and glance at me, you finish the joke and I shoot you a wink cause it’s the one about the sink you already told me last week. We seek each other out like we’re sewing red thread, but as I flop on your bed there are only loose ends, your room’s as comfortable as the word friends. And maybe it’d be different if we were a little less like Icarus, maybe we could be each others’ ones if we didn’t love our suns. But when we fall, we fall together, commiserate the change in weather, we validate each others’ wings while still clutching our summer beams. The girl and boy next door never became anything more. So though you know it should have been me and sometimes I think that I agree, not every story ends in love, sometimes good company’s enough.
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