Thanks to you I learned the art of drinking by myself at hole in the wall bars where the bartenders don’t care who’s ID they’re scrutinizing when they card.
Black-and-white cookies in the cart remind me of you falling before I re-start to realize the truth you might never be with me, before I overthink, and hurtful words are strewn like an art; I’ll remind myself at least for now, at least for now
I’m in your heart