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- it’s an eleven minute drive, if i overtake and don’t get any red lights. it’s finally our day to see each other. i’ve been alone in my unit for the whole week, and now i can be with you again. i’m speeding, i don’t care. my sleepover bag spills open and over the passenger when i take the first corner. you’ll be the first person i’ve seen all week and the only one i want to see. i imagine feeling your warm, firm hug. i drive through the orange light. the few people on the streets wear medical masks.
- you found me drained empty. and for the few months we had each other, it was a cocoon of love pouring back into me. in our cocoon, you revealed that you never really clicked with this song until tiny desk the year before, when you really heard the lyrics. and that it reminded you of me after that. i wish you hadn’t told me this because now i always think of you too. and then i can’t help but recall how a couple months later when i said an envelope is the only tattoo i would want to get, you said it was too closely linked to the summer which had already faded away.