Walking an unnecessary route to a bus station so as to relive a happy memory and possibly live a fantasy. What’s wrong with that?
Public opinion tells me it’s unhealthy, popular compartments agree. But, here I am, all bursting pregnancy.
Maybe she’ll look past the pane, catch a step, know a shadow, follow it through the leaves, sigh, and think. That maybe I could have been better for her.
I’m all drowned in someone else’s fountain
And she doesn’t even know it
To Skylar,
If you want to divest something of emotion, simply try to understand it.
