formal weather patterns

11.11.02back& forth
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it.s not cold enough yet to be cold but i still wear sweaters like the weather is asking for it, and i miss you and i miss the idea of you and i miss loving and liking and wanting to be near you, i miss symphonies in my ears with glimpses and smiles reflected across courtyards, easy metaphors like schools of thought complete the chords our fingers stumbled over. leaving the ends of these sentences the same way. winter is coming but not here just yet so we still have days like today where it.s so hot and i just step out of classes and go down to the ocean and lay on the docks in the sun, like old times, but by myself, letting everything soak in. rocking back and forth. sun in my eyes the same as before, pretending i was back there. so please let it be cold so i can change this to black and white again, so i can leave the windows down all the time, do cartwheels and feel the air. and here.s where it crashes, here.s where the pattern repeats: please. please. please. God. make it cold so i can pretend that things are okay.


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