lately
I’ve been looking for holes in our history books
the cause and effect that we missed
like we missed each other
when we were sixteen and fighting.
the good news is that you’ve got big plans.
the bad news is that I can’t decide
what songs I want played at my funeral.
Take me back in time
to where we used to wait
with arms wide open
so I can try to convince myself
that you aren’t my favorite thing
I’ve got better things to do
than remember everything about you
a collection of words 