Thursday, July 8, 2010

Philadelphia Smells Bad, But I Like You


My room is the same as when I left it, just cleaner. The walls are still blue. The calendar is still on June. It's like time stopped when I left, and now it starts again the moment I walk in. Now my bed is unmade as I lie in it. My desk is messy and my bag is half unpacked on the floor.

Feels like home, I guess.

But my clothes still smell like you, and my bed is too small and empty. The mirror in the bathroom is too big. The floor is cold, and my heart hurts.

Who is going to light sparklers with me and listen to Death Cab for Cutie?

2 comments:

petite.sorbitol said...

It won't be the same,
but I could light those sparklers with you and listen to Death Cab on the floor.

saint modesto said...

i would like that very much.