daisy chains

Portland OR

Description

I taught you how to weave daisy chains and took care of you during a very vulnerable time. I don't know you anymore, but I hear that you sold your house, that you have a job that you love, and that you changed when I left. You stay in my head. I miss our baby dog. I miss how entranced you would get playing with my hair. I miss your drawings. I miss the way you touched my face. I came across a playlist I made you for your birthday, years ago, and cried a little bit. Gay love is a different drug. I hope you're happy and healthy, I wish I could call you, but I know it wouldn't be good for either of us.