Dear Charlie,
I'm listening to 505, and we're driving; windows down.
And for a moment, Charlie, It felt like the universe was evacuated and I was the only one left in it; with the wind blowing through my hair, I watched the flickering streetlights and the dark skies, as the unsteady cars passed by me.
"But I crumble completely when you cry"-- and I remembered.
I remembered him and how much i'd missed him and how much i missed the hands that i'd never held, and hearing him speak, and I felt so alone -the good kind of loneliness- but I just wished he was there with me; because it would've been better with him around.
-- I'm here and I can feel everything around me, and I can see it; this one moment when you know that someday you'll be okay; you'll be alive, and you'll stand up and see the light, and everything that makes you wonder, all the sadness and confusion, all the anger and rage; it'll all be gone.
-- I'm listening to that song on that drive but, Charlie, I'm not with the people I love most.
But I know that someday, i'll be listening to that one song, on that one perfect drive, with the person I love most, and I know that once that happens; we WILL be infinite.
Love always,
Effy.
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Bits & Pieces.
PoetryBits & Pieces is basically a book composed of poems or, perhaps, notes to myself. This book is bits and pieces of whom I used to be.
