journal #9

seeing you this afternoon was like looking into a crystal ball and remembering what it was like to love with all of my senses and lose it just as quickly, but i'm glad we can stand there and accept each other for what we have become and forgotten. how many cigarettes we have smoked since i met you, how many beds we have slept in, how many other people we've shared the sheets with. how many kisses were in between the last one we shared. how many times i forgot you, remembered you, and forgot again, only to remember shortly after. how many times i saved all my hope for this moment in my life where i meet you and my legs stand strong. to accept you and me, to accept that i will love you but i have left you, finally, where you belong.