February 12, 2024

In the next one

I try not to remind myself of your birthday these days. No calendar alerts or notes written.

But 12am rolls around on 2/12, and suddenly I just know that something is missing.

I like to think that we're friends in another universe, too.

You're throwing rocks at my window at 2am, we're arguing about which star is Rigel in the sky, you're falling asleep on my floorboards.

Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder, it just makes you forget.

I don't want to forget.

I hope you recognize me in the next one.