Say it. Say you didn’t feel it. Then walk away because I can’t. How does one forget the only thing worth cherishing in this life? Some things- some things know nothing of endings. So say it or live the rest of your life in a lie.
~ excerpt from a scene
She has this undying belief that people are doing the best they can
Meet them there.
At the crossroad.
Walk them to their higher self.
I opened the door
You slipped in
The cleanse of a flash summer storm
In an over sized sweater
Fresh laundry off the line
The cut grass smell in air
A memory of a street name I barely remember
And You: the boy I loved.