[twelve]

Is it these worn-in clothes? Is it this home? Is it this town? All seems old and draped in memories that I can’t see anything but the past. This feeling is haunting me as I try to hold onto what I’ve newly attained. I cannot help but compare. Even if our lips never touched, nothing felt nearly as real as what I had with you. Undefined, unexplained: I promise I never meant to hurt you. Fear grasped my heart and I ran and ran and ran, but you were always there, right where I left you. Now I’m retracing with hurried steps back to that place, despairing over whether you’re still there.