roxxee

I remember, please don't ever think I would forget. Standing outside at the car thinking of things I need to do like pick up a piece of trash, finish a cigarette, look for some invisible item, anything to keep us standing there together a little longer. When I would drive away into the night every impulse inside of me would scream to turn around, to go back to you, to knock on your door, to crawl into your bed and fall asleep with you. You asked me to stay but I said I couldn't and I wanted to but how could I? How could I ever leave again? With your arms around me and remember when you raced me to the bathroom? I think you may have let me win. Sitting on your bed reading your words scrawled in countless notepads I felt closer to you, than ever, to anyone. I still do. I haven't forgotten.