I have your jacket,
It's hanging by the hook on my closet.
Sometimes, I think about just bringing it downstairs.
Knocking on your door and saying, "Hey, I have your jacket!"
But I let it hang there. Here. Upstairs.
Just waiting for that day that I need that excuse.
and hoping that it never actually comes.
For you my friend, will always be.
Remind me to tell you of my ex that just
got married.
I wanted to be upset, I wasn't. None of the internal stewing.
No worries of lost love.
I just hope she's gonna follow what makes her
happy. What a sucker.
Ha!
So, your jacket. It's sits near a small box that contains
postcards and letters. It's pink, Niki gave it to me.
I actually believe that it's the only pink thing I own.
It sits near my copy of "The Stranger" that Amy from Quakertown, PA
gifted to me one night at Al's.
and in non-hastily inscribed care, wrote:
"To Sean; Hope you enjoy the read!"
Just one random night, we talked randomly about Camus. Thanks Amy.
Let's go get a drink this week. I'll buy the first round.
ly,
-me
