I kept hearing your name and I shook my head at each of them. I thought about your old belongings that I began to own and my belongings that I've debated to ask for in return. I'd even deliberated specific, proper words to be my greeting. But then I'd remember how endlessly infinite this could go on for and how ridiculously far futility goes on for.
I heard someone say, "Mortified..." And I immediately thought of you.
I heard someone say, "Mortified..." And I immediately thought of you.
