And when I feel longing, I miss everything at once. I just want to sit at the end of my driveway with you. Kick the crumbling edge where it meets the street. Ask me if I’ll ever leave this town and I swallow the answer knowing that you’re itching to get out. We split the remnants of a bottle of shitty vodka. You tell me that you don’t know where home is but you’re determined to find it. I thought friendship was home, and now I’m sure that isn’t enough for you. The moonlight reaches out for me- it knows I’m sad about the pieces of girlhood slipping away. A storm is about to crash through my life. I can feel the sadness lingering behind me. I don’t know how to let go, but life will force me, anyways. That type of destruction finds you without much effort. The bad things rush forward and you drown fast. I wish you still lived two streets over. I wish that house was still ours. I wish the moonlight felt the same. I wish they never replaced that fucking driveway. -AMT ©️