Last looks…
How is it that last looks allow anyone to have a photographic memory? I can still feel my fingers across your face, tracing every line. I can still see through squinty, waking up eyes you smiling at me and with morning breath saying “Good morning sunshine!” The last time I saw you, you gave me the heaviest hug squeezed in the front seat of your car that smelled way too strongly of seabreeze or whatever that crazy air freshener was. And as I reached my head back in to kiss you once more, “See you later” I said, and turned around with that last look seared into my brain.
The problem with the phrase “see you later” is that later is so elusive. Much too elusive for me… Ah, but ita vita.
3 years ago