He told me I was beautiful.
We talked under a peter pan decal.
He took photos and everything was shiny,
We were young,
And we drank a lot.
I wish I could remember what we talked about.
He invited me into his cozy home,
And made me feel so welcome.
He was regrowing lettuce on the kitchen table,
He could hit a bong more elegantly than anyone I have ever seen.
He had cute dogs,
The room was hazy,
And we drank a lot.
I felt like it was the beginning of an exciting friendship.
But that was two years ago,
And I don’t know what to do with these feelings.
I saw him at work,
July,
I was buying Canada day stickers and glow sticks.
I got anxiety when I saw him at the cash.
He had his hair in a ponytail,
He had great eyebrows,
We made plans that didn’t happen.
But,
life has a great way of making plans for us.
I am so sorry this happened to him,
We all hurt for him,
He was too young.
The small amount of time we shared,
I knew he was special,
I hope he knew it too.
Starrfishing 