Sometimes I wondered how you were doing.
Sometimes I searched your username to check up on what you were doing.
Sometimes I forgot to wonder how you were doing.
Sometimes I forgot to search up your username for such a long time I forgot what it was.
Oftentimes I found myself going into the same store Monday through Sunday.
One time I saw your mother.
One time I saw you but I was on another level.
Half a blunt and a lightweight level.
This time I saw you and him.
You looked well.
You saw me with my mother and I hoped you looked at me and saw I looked well.
I oftentimes remembered to remember to close things off with you on good terms.
But the two of us look well.
And I've heard to leave well enough alone from somewhere...
YOU ARE READING
My thoughts finally written
PoetryIn this book there is laughter. pain, fear, and advice because I feel like maybe someone else could read this book and be able to relate to what I am writing. That in itself is a great accomplishment.
