On Leaving - Tumblr Posts

she was one of the first friends I made when I moved schools. we didn’t hang out all the time, but I love her company, always laughing. I was nasty. I think I still am horrible to her. I know I'm too sensitive. I am so sorry. I don't think I knew her all that well, and I miss her. I wish I knew her better. I know my life is different from hers. I hope she is angry with me; she should be. I hope she still sees me as a friend, at least some of the time. I don’t want to lose touch. I miss her. I wonder what she thinks. I hope she doesn't miss me. am i too late? did i change for the worse? could you tell me if too much time has passed? am i too late?

maybe, hopefully.

and so she starts the prayer again. just once more, once more.

home is the first grave // until i gather the strenth to drag my bones out the front door my soul will haunt these shadowed halls. the kitchen echos of angrily washed dishes and silent mornings, the living room reverberates arguments past and loud screams. the room is filled with quiet sobs and repeated whispers, just once more then you’ll be done, just hold on once more. but it’s once more in the same way that soon will never be here and then is never now.