i will remember her:
every time i drive by the stadium. i’d been avoiding it; i haven’t been there since that night. but last night, there i was, following my friend home. i cried the whole way. i talked to her out loud, told her i still loved her, even though she wasn’t there to hear me, and even though she hasn’t been to the stadium in over a month. she moved back to Queens, back to our sheets, forgot that i bought them, forgot about us. and i am here, still, healing to her absence.
