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To My One-Time Roommate
I met you, barely eighteen,
So wide-eyed and steely gripped,
That I couldn’t say no (or leave)
When you asked me to stay.
And though we lived in boxes,
Suitcases, and cardboard cut-outs
Of dining tables, happiness was there
Where we ate Goldfish every meal
And drank sparkling cider
Until we were too drunk to realize
That oh, my recipes were never quite right,
But nor were your stories, so we bore it.
Your voice was higher on the phone
At 2am, three texts, two calls missed.
Sorry, I just couldn’t remember
How I got lost, trying to come home.
I guess you’re no longer eighteen,
And I’m no longer on your bedroom floor
Feet skyward, eyes toward those little notes
You used to write me, happy birthday, Angie.
— Kurt Vonnegut (via thatkindofwoman)
— (via bl-ossomed)