I wear your body tent, which you gave me
Once
Once
It was raining then, you would not want me to catch a cold.
Yet it was still summer
You went for holidays to the lake and punkies
You’d always call me a little punkie, remember?
I sit in front of the screen
With your black wind jacket
I haven’t heard from u since ages despite my requests
Nevertheless, I think of u almost daily
It’s become a habit
feels like a phantom pain
a nightmarish *latch on to the unfulfilled*
