pre-nostalgia
10:03 PMI'm home at last and I still haven't slept in my own bed since Thursday.
It has nothing to do with your arms and everything to do with songs we aren't even allowed to listen to and goodbyes that won't sting our lips for another six months yet they're forever sitting in the back seat.
It's the girl that hated me in the fifth grade, but we keep ending up on eachother's carpet, fingers tripping over split ends and piano keys and she's crying to me about the lips that had no idea what fully invested meant and I'm running scenarios by her I wouldn't dare to admit to my sister.
And then there's the one that was pounding the pavement right next to me the night after I got my first kiss because I was terrified and the only things I had under control were my own feet. So we ran.
And another that was sitting shot gun before she'd even heard my story. And then she was at my kitchen counter with the rest of them.
I got a letter in the mail yesterday.
Return address was one who left that same counter for a different continent. But I'm still checking my email 19 times every Monday because nostalgia has a funny way of making you substitute words for people. Six of them in particular.
4 comments
"She's crying to me about the lips that never knew what fully invested meant" woah.
ReplyDeleteThe whole idea of pre-nostalgia. What a concept. "I'm home at last and I still haven't slept in my own bed since Thursday." Beautiful. I love this.
ReplyDeleteThis was different. Fresh.
ReplyDelete"and goodbyes that won't sting our lips for another six months yet they're forever sitting in the back seat."
Yes.
"nostalgia has a funny way of making you substitute words for people."
ReplyDeletethis whole thing, I love it.