I keep thinking of that song, you know
The one we keep replaying
It reminds me of a time when tunes sounded good
And you easily and breezily walk away to this place
That spot
I remember that time when I
Clasped my hands around your neck
I remember the thick smell of your sweat on your neck
And wanting nothing else
I look down in my white t shirt with the red collars on the neck and sleeve
So emblematic of the 90s
Our time
I miss it so and I want it back
Those warm golden sunsets
Of my youth
I remember one day just not liking you
Or was it the other way around
Such an awkward ending that seemed so monumental at the time
And here I am, not remembering so much of the details
It’s trauma still embedded into my DNA
Only time will tell
If this gets passed on
Once again—
nightshiftsister 