lately, privately
which oath shall I take, my dear?
I remember the first time you fell asleep while I tried to talk to you
(but first, a quote, [...]):
“I can’t keep my eyes open, and you just want to talk, can’t this wait ’til the morning[...]?”
(no)
as I was saying,
the date was May 31,
(how did it take so long?),
and
I’m sorry.
I had an idea from a poem, but when I saw May 31 and I remembered what your idea of fun was and your hatred for certain things I love,
I wondered how we even got here in the first place.
nobody ever stayed up late for me.
“[...] where bright lights abound and a conquering spirit returns to this hollowed out cavity.”
and happy birthday to my mother.
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