we are here, love. x

you kept all the things i threw away
holding on to memories of you and me
we're just a box of souvenirs...
panic cord // gabrielle aplin 

i. and it really comes down to this: 

zesty laughter 

stifling more than conviviality; 

glances 

stolen across busy tables, 

point a to point b 

was a clear shot through crowded hallways

and shoulders brushing 

the world by. 

ii. some relationships weren’t made for the movie screens. 

ours was made up of sarcasm and Skype dates,
sporadic text messages,
and once-a-week phone call conversations
over rain and the irony of life. 

some are made up of hearts being strung over static lines

making up for humid evenings spent on porch swings.

ours was a gentle rain, swelling into a hurricane. 

iii. maybe we were just a collection of mementos:

ticket stubs, a napkin traced with lipstick,

programs from attending recitals.

maybe we were just hasty hello's & elongated goodbye's.

when you asked me what we were 

i just know we are here, love. 
x || o