Nineteen

Hello my dear, It's been a while but still. I think about you always. Suit and ties. Tumbler and apple juice ready. The lights go. Slouching, lumbering, bumbling in. Sit. Pick one up. Put it down. Pick it up. Listen and eye roll. Get up. Slumber on to tables with games. Walk out. Etc Etc Etc. All of you burned into me. It's crazy how such an ill-written escape could make me shake so. It's you and all of you and what you mean. And how I will never ever drop it. I miss you too and I think I said so back then but I'll say it again. Good day sir.